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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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A Friend (The Valentine's Day Poem)
A friend to light a candle
When darkness overcomes.
A friend to hold you closer
When distant thunder drums.
A friend to gently tie you
When sirens sing your name.
A friend with words to soothe you
When life's a losing game.
A friend to cool your passions
When passions take their hold.
A friend to warm you gently
When a frozen heart's too cold.
A friend to spread contentment
As seasons wax and wane,
Make sense of love's confusion,
And bear life's grief and pain.
A friend who knows this season
Of love; both yours and mine.
A friend, another reason,
To send this Valentine.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Thing Called Hope
In all worthwhile endeavors,
No matter size or scope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
It all depends on caring.
Those willing to take part.
Hope, to be sustained at all;
Requires a beating heart.
Each heart that God created,
Has value each in turn.
When called upon to voice it,
Don't shrink from your concern.
Its in those special moments,
When life gives you a choice;
You'll either sit in silence,
Or stand and lend your voice.
It's with the inspiration
Derived from what you do.
Others may participate
And make your dream come true.
If you need inspiration
To act on your concern,
Just take note of your children,
And how they come to learn.
They look to you for guidance,
To see what they should do.
How to be a citizen.
Concerned, what do they do?
It's now your time for choosing;
Don't sit, and cry, and mope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Cupid
Last night I went out once again
To ply my ancient trade .
I've seldom heard a word of praise
For all the love I've made .
Sometimes I find it oh so hard
To do my joyful task .
I might explain it all quite well ,
If those who love would ask .
But few have ever dared to care
How love can go astray .
Most accept their lover's fate
When love just fades away .
So here it is for all to hear ,
How love has been till now .
Sometimes I just don't aim so well ,
I miss a heart somehow .
I have to hit two hearts at once .
It's timing , don't you see .
And sometimes lovers close their heart .
To all , especially me .
If someone ever gave you love ,
I hope you'll give just due ;
To me , the one who made it so ,
The joy that came to you .
Perhaps you closed your heart that time .
Perhaps I missed the mark .
Perhaps I timed it oh so bad
It only made a spark .
And if you came to love somehow ,
And theirs was not the same .
Or even if they turned from you ,
Then I'm the one to blame .
Yes , I'm to blame for all crossed love
That came to be so blue .
But please don't curse me oh so much ,
I have some feelings too .
I'm sorry for mistakes I've made .
I'd surely take them back .
If only I could give you all
The love in life you lack .
But if you'll give me one more chance .
I'll follow every lead .
And promise to keep at my work
To find the love you need .
And when I do , I'll string my bow ,
And line my arrow true .
And then the world will see once more
What Cupid still can do .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Life Without Joy
I think I'm going to make it through ,
It's been so long you see ;
There's much more life behind me now
Than out in front of me .
There was a time , when not so sure ;
I thought to end it then .
I didn't see how one could live
Without much joy and win .
But I found out you can endure
Without a special one .
And after all , it must be said ;
Of fate , what's done is done .
And so I choose to carry on
With life and burdens bore .
I hope if I can carry these ,
God may not give me more .
But if He did , I hope He'd grant ,
My just one simple plea ;
To end my life with one great love
Who'd bring great joy to me .
So now I'm near the end of life ,
My joyless days near done .
I'd lie if I would dare to say ,
I never did have fun .
But what is true , and that's the rub ,
Of life , don't you agree ;
Is love is really what's required ,
For joy to be set free ?
So on it is with what remains ,
I hope , not very long ;
Of life , perhaps to know great love ,
If it should come along .
And as I go my separate way ,
I'll not begrudge their joy ;
If others feel what I once felt ,
When I was just a boy .
Instead I'll smile and just recall
The joy I felt back then .
And know that I'll feel soon enough
Love's wondrous joy again .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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