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| Gale Chester Whittington, Gay Author |
| Free Poetry |
| Tell a friend you believe in her and she will become a better person. |
| I sit outside my door. I guess I'm waiting for But all that comes Is wind and rain. Oh, how it numbs With tears and pain, And years that wane. I found you in a dream But now I know Love does not redeem Or joy bestow. It just comes to go, Hit and miss, Leaving woe. It’s clear times have changed; Love’s not forever anymore. Healthy, sick, rich, deranged, Love always streams out my door, Leaving me poorer than before. Your spark empowered life. Your harp played in my night. You were the one who cheered me on When the world seemed bent and wrong. Now days are short, nights are long. I sit outside my door. I guess I’m waiting for More than this. But all that comes Are fears and rain. Oh, how it numbs With tears and pain, And years that wane. I found you in a dream But now I know Love does not redeem Or joy bestow. It just comes to go, Hit and miss, leaving woe. |
| More than This By Gale Chester Whittington ==Copyright 2004-2009== |
SOOTH YOUR SOUL! VIsit the author's other website for exquisite photos and useful information about freshwater aquariums, flowers, guppies, and ponds. FreeFishCareTips.com |
