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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Love's Fortune
I was merry not, in two was I,
And round the clock I wondered why.
So free I did what man should do,
Forget the bitch and start anew.
You know of this how boughs can break
How rivers run, how worlds can shake.
And as you told me to before,
'Goodbye, ' I said, to love once more.
Now free, I thought what life should be,
When came your love to rescue me.
Though lost in love as I was then,
Loves once fulfilled don't yearn again.
With you I make my time and seed,
Fortold by you the love I need.
And that I know, for I can say,
I'm fortune blessed you came my way.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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My Devotion
If pain were your compassion
And tears the joy I had.
If tormenting me became your life
And my suffering made you glad.
Were hard drugs your slow undoing,
Deceit your calling card.
If your heart was bound in sorrow
And your passions frozen hard.
Were your touch not soft or gentle,
Your kiss both cold and blue.
And your arms reserved for strangers
on some distant avenue.
If time forgot to soothe my pain
And you just walked away.
And if you chose another heart
On our solemn wedding day.
It may be too much sorrow
And much too many tears.
But it's not enough to quell my love
My devotion through the years.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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My Old Friend
My Old Friend
Well old friend, it's come to this,
As I thought it might someday.
Life is short and often sad
When things turn out this way.
I used to dread this coming day
When I was just a boy.
And wished that it might never come,
The end of all my joy.
And joy it was for me and you,
Wherever we would go.
We always found the time to play
In the sun, the rain, or snow.
I'm sorry if I didn't give
The time to you I should.
So I'll just say I loved you then
The only way I could.
We've grown apart the last few days
As you seemed to be more slow.
I guess I knew, but couldn't say;
How much I loved you so.
I dare not try to say it now,
It seems it just won't do.
And just how much could I explain
And would you wish me to?
No, I think what's done is done
And that's as it should be.
So I'll just lay you to your rest
Beneath this tall oak tree.
There's no one here to say but me
The things that must be said.
And no one's here to catch the tears
That on your fur I shed.
So yes, old friend, it's come to this,
The parting and the tears.
But I shall not forget the love
You gave me through the years.
I know someday I'll pass this way
With others that you knew.
And they shall lay me down to rest,
Right here, right next to you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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My Blessing
Bless the things I've come to know
And those I'd like to sing.
And bless the star-crossed lovers
In the cooler days of spring.
Bless the winds of summer
And the stars that shine above.
And bless the winter evenings
And the girls that I have loved.
Bless the farmer's daughter
With her golden hair so fine.
And bless the one I'll marry
Till the day that she is mine.
Bless the sun in winter
And the precious morning dew.
And bless the little children
When they're past the age of two.
Bless the times I walked away
From things I didn't see.
And thank you Lord, for holding back
And never telling me.
Bless my long successes
And my constant failures too.
And bless the hope I'll always have
As long as I have you.
Bless the older people
In the twilight of their age.
And don't forget to bless the trees
For giving me this page.
Bless the silent snowfall
And my wishes that came true.
And, oh yes Lord, but most of all;
My Blessing goes to you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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