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Happy birthday
Have a happy birthday
have a happy time
I like to see you smiling
as you're a friend of mine
don't fret at getting older
just look at it like this
if it wasn't for our birthdays
we'd still be flaming kids.
Charles M. Moore
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Love you
Love you like the sun you are
love you like the moon and stars
love you like the sea that rolls
love you like the wind that blows
Love you like the seed that flowers
love you like the days and hours
love you like the grass that grows
love you more than heaven knows
Just as the night becomes the day
I'll love you dear in every way
and when I can no longer say
be sure I'll love you anyway.
Charles M. Moore
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Age of truth.
In younger times, A boy was I
I loved the earth and loved the sky
an innocent of times gone by
an infant to the world
I grew up strong and grew up fast
and soon a youth with little past
but felt that all was in my grasp
the world could do no wrong
Developing my social skill
became a favourite of the girls
I plunged in deeply to the thrills
the world was mine alone
I sought stability at last
and settled down from hectic past
with marriage vows and bankers draft
a new world would be born
The time was spent before I knew
the marriage gone the children grew
aquaintances now just a few
the world had surely changed
In older times, A man am I
I love the earth and love the sky
an innocent from times gone by
to face the world alone.
Charles M. Moore
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The love they lost.
You drank your final whisky
as the barman called last orders
and you looked around for company
to kill the lonely hours
that tormented you with demons
and prevented you from sleeping
from a time when you thought everything
was worth it and worth keeping
till you threw it all away
and said you wanted new beginnings
a younger you when values
never kept or held their meanings
something you can't quite remember
till your head lays on your pillow
and your eyes close to reveal
the love you lost
Sitting at a corner table
with beer glasses all around her
from the men who never knew her
but were happy to have found her
and to tell her she was everything
to flirt with her emotions
as they offered her another drink
and glasses as a token
for the company she gave them
with caresses on the dance floor
then would leave her with their promises
although she wanted much more
to remind her of her youthful days
when romance had a passion
and to take away the meomory
of the love she lost
So you wander over to her
and she smiles quite discreetly
you explain that you've been watching
and she says she's glad to meet you
there you sit for a few minutes
as the waiters clear the tables
and you light another cigarette
while asking if she's is able
to escort you to a taxi
and she willingly obliges
for you have a common purpose
only loneliness disguises
with the company of strangers
and the warmth of their kisses
as you leave your empty glasses
full of memories and wishes
of the love you lost
Charles M. Moore
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