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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Paying
I've got to rest my weary mind,
It labored hard today.
It washed my clothes, and fixed my chair,
And threw my trash away.
It focused every moment spent
On things it shouldn't do.
For all I know it wasted those,
By thinking just of you.
I should have paid for overtime,
But can't afford it now.
I spend it all on silly ways
To keep my sacred vow.
She still don't know, I act the same.
I've learned how not to tell.
Sometimes, I think it best she know.
Perhaps, it's just as well.
For now, you haunt my sleeping hours
By seeping through my dreams.
I can't escape you anymore.
My thoughts aren't mine it seems.
How can I live my life this way?
This man, whom she adores.
Not seeing harm in telling lies,
As I have told her scores.
What joy is there in keeping vows,
A weary mind can't say?
What rest is there to thus be found
While holding love at bay?
I guess I've got to pay somehow
For what I want to do.
My mind is working overtime.
And payment's, coming due.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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62.
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Perhaps
I took a trip last weekend
And you were at my side.
Perhaps, you never thought of me.
What feelings did I hide?
Perhaps, I should have spoken.
What soul did I ignore?
Were you the one I needed so
And lost forever more?
As I cannot know the truth,
It ran from me again.
I guess I'll journey out once more.
Perhaps, I'll see you then.
I'll need another placement.
Perhaps, one next to you.
The reader of this poemed soul,
The heart, it's written to.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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63.
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Rejection's Temptation
Well there she was, the girl I loved,
With no one at her side.
She smiled and waived as I approached,
In shock, I then replied.
She said, 'I'm waiting here for you;
This is to be your day. '
I said, 'what has become of us
For us to meet this way? '
She said she really did not know
Or care to think at all.
As she had come to answer true
Her final conscience call.
I said I thought she would object
To being seen with me.
She said, 'Oh no, it's not that way,
Here's where I want to be.'
'Oh sure, ' I said, 'So you may say,
Am I to hear such lies?
I wished it so for oh so long,
I can't believe my eyes.'
'I guess I understand, ' she said,
As she began to cry.
'I'm learning now the pain of love
When there is no reply.'
I said, 'I'm sorry for your pain,
I've felt it once before.'
She said she'd hoped to be with me
This day and evermore.
I said, 'I shall not turn away,
Though tempting it would be.
To have you feel the pain I've known
Would bring no joy to me.'
'I hear, ' she said, ' your soothing words,
I feel much better now.
It seems that since you want me still,
My pain is gone somehow.'
'I know, ' I said, ' It's only there
When lovers close their heart
To those they know who want them so,
To keep them far apart.'
'I could not have you feel the pain
That I have felt so much.
Though I believe we all should know
Rejection's savage clutch.'
Then she placed her hand in mine,
I wiped her tears away,
She said she'd give what love remained
To me, on this, my day.
I can't explain what came to be
Or was that time with her,
A story such as this, when told,
Has endings we defer.
But this I know as pain and love
Are felt both near and far.
Rejection tempts its own base deeds,
No matter who you are.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Sandy
Sandy found a boy to love,
The captain of the team.
Her mother said she didn't like
The boy she thought a dream.
Sandy found a dress to wear
To her Junior-Senior Prom.
Her mother said she hated it.
Yes, that was Sandy's mom.
Sandy wore it anyway.
The boys thought she was cool.
Her mother said how she behaved
Made any girl a fool.
Sandy stayed out all night long.
Her mom paced to and fro.
Where her daughter was that night
No one would ever know.
Sandy saw the light of day.
How did the party end?
And where was he, the boy she loved
And took for her best friend?
Sandy found she was alone.
Her love had gone away.
Now she knew it mattered,
What her mom had to say.
Sandy had a daughter and
She loved her oh so true!
Then her daughter fell in love.
Was nothing really new?
Sandy waited half the night.
She cried, as you may know.
Then her daughter came back home
And giggled at her flow.
Sandy wiped her tears away,
And smiled a little too;
Thankful for her daughter's fate
At finding love so true.
Yes, Sandy found a boy to love.
The captain of the team.
The one that brought her daughter home.
The one, she thought a dream.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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