For Tom
My marigolds won't live to see
Their full midsummer's blooms.
And then I hear that nor will we;
Our friendship newly groomed,

With conversations of our pasts,
Of fortune good and poor.
Unfortunate, our time won't last,
So soon we've closed the door.

Perhaps the miles will seem much less,
When circumstances rise,
When that may be we cannot guess,
When we'll see eye to eye.

For now you've met a poet, sure,
for now you've gained this rhyme
These trials are to be endured,
To wait for better times.



 

Comments:
 
Ve   Ve wrote
on 8/3/2009 7:54:37 AM
Aw sweetheart I am so sorry. Distance is the worst thing to have. Keep your chin up.

Michele
Poetry
Ballad
writing Michele
"...a poem a day, keeps the shrink away!"

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