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Invisible me
Sometimes I'm invisible
I realised one day
I sail through crowded shadows
and no one looks my way
I hear no greetings of 'Hello'
'Good morning, or 'Good day'
the eyes are blind
a common sign
of modern time today
Sometimes I'm .
Charles M. Moore
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It's so right
It's so right
that I should want to get to know you
It's so right
that I should want to hold your hand
It's so right
that I should kiss you
It's so right
that I should miss you
It's so right
that I should love you
and write poetry about you
It's so right to live this life
It's so right.
Charles M. Moore
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Leave me nought
The memories are still the same
they never age from what remains
the colours fade to black and grey
then simply seem to fade away
What now I think as I get old
am I not like the memory told
I feel the same and of no age
but in my eyes the colour fades
and will my body spare of thought
begin to fade and leave me nought.
Charles M. Moore
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Life's confession
If I gave my life's confession
and only had to write two lines
pondering my life's submissions
how could I explain my time
Scanning over all my secrets
torturing through my life's dues
the only words that I could scribble
Was having guilt
At loving you.
Charles M. Moore
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