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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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My Life
Base pain, my loves companion.
Torn hearts, on which to dwell.
If not for love lamented,
I'd have no tale to tell.
A search for life's contentment.
Exploring grief and joy.
The wonders of God's nature.
The time I was a boy.
I'll write them all once over,
Such things as may be said.
And hope they'll be as joyful,
As anything you've read.
But if you find them boring,
Or not your cup of tea.
Remember it's my story,
However it would be.
So take some time to linger.
A moment of each day.
It's just for your enjoyment,
I wrote my life this way.
Because this is a special poem which reflects my life and my
poetry it has earned a special place in my own Hall Of Fame.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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My Long, Long Trail Of Tears
I should have known I'd cry this way.
I just forgot somehow.
Although I shed them years ago,
The last ones fell just now.
I held your picture in my hand
And teardrops fell like rain.
I saw that twinkle in your eyes
And was a child again.
My love, your gift is one fine thing
That makes it all worthwhile.
The wait of more than forty years
To see your childhood smile.
I tried for years to just recall
The way you used to be.
Then when I saw your photograph,
It all returned to me.
The flaming love that I once felt,
Was just as it had been.
Delivered with your precious gift
Of how you looked back then.
There's nothing more for me to do;
But sit, and stare, and cry.
I'm much too old to do much else
Before my time to die.
There's nothing more for me to say,
I've told it all to you.
My love, you are the one affair
I've had my whole life through.
I guess it takes a little time,
Just more than forty years.
I know I cut it long ago;
My, long, long trail of tears.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Pain
I set myself a task today,
To write of pain in rhyme.
Of the love I lost so long ago,
Remembered for all time.
The pain is not forgotten
Around my broken heart.
For even if I love again,
It's chained around each part.
The pain that had been pleasure
Before she ran away,
Was changed in just an instant,
Like sand to solid clay.
I shivered and I cringed in pain,
My heart to cold hard clay.
To change me from the boy I was
And the man I'm not today.
The pain had soon consumed my life,
My dreams in darkness too.
My anger and my sorrow,
My hate for the world I knew.
It's only bitter that I taste
And only grey I see.
And when lovers warm each other still
It brings a chill to me.
Once I tried to release my chains
That held my love so true.
I actually found someone to give
A cold-chained loving to.
But alas! It ended as before
With a chain around each part.
And now my love lies chilled forever
At the bottom of a broken heart.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Passing By
Today they stood in silence,
While trying not to cry.
They gathered round the casket
So slowly passing by.
Their heads were bowed in sorrow.
They seldom said a word.
The shuffle of their footsteps
Was all the sound you heard.
In coming to the service,
I thought it was quite true;
We seldom show our feelings
Till after life is through.
I'm proud to say I knew her,
The one that passed away.
There's much that I could tell you,
But I shall not this day.
They had their chance to tell her;
They loved, but never did.
How much they could have shown her,
The love that they kept hid!
She said it didn't matter.
But I knew it was the case;
That we all need the comfort,
That comes with love's embrace.
And so, they came to worship,
And pay their just respect.
To she, who dearly loved them.
Who died of their neglect.
And so, I took a moment,
To say a prayer and cry;
For those who stood in silence,
As she, came passing by.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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