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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Love Uncertain
I guess you lost your patience,
And found a broken heart.
I should have told you sooner,
Uncertain love's, not smart.
In courting love uncertain,
You can't get any more;
Than what they choose to give you,
I told you this before.
I'm sorry for your feelings.
I know you're very hurt.
But when you take a lover,
You get a just dessert.
So while a cherished moment,
May seem a certain love.
Remember, love forever,
Is what you're dreaming of.
And that is what it is you see.
A dream that can't come true;
As long as you're pursuing,
Uncertain loves, untrue.
So stop, and just consider,
Should you become its wife;
The choice of love uncertain,
Means chosen pain for life.
With painful love considered,
You must now fear the thought.
So run from love uncertain,
It always comes to naught.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Young William And Young April
Young William and young April
Met in the park one day.
Young William said to April,
'Why did you come this way? '
Young April said to William,
'I thought I might see you.'
Young William, then to April,
'It's funny, what you do.'
Young April gave to William
A sweet, young childhood kiss.
Young William said to April,
'Don't bother me like this.'
Young April stood in silence,
Not knowing what to do.
Then young William turned away.
Young April, torn in two.
Young William said, 'Don't follow me.'
Away from her he fled.
April then, sat down and cried,
And wished that she was dead.
William never came again.
At least, for many years.
Fearful that young April still,
Might be there shedding tears.
William walked the park again.
It seemed just like before.
Wondering if he might see her.
Young April, there once more.
Young William never noticed.
The roses hid it well.
The place they found Young April.
The place she used to dwell.
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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I'll Die Loving You
When I wake in early morn,
Each time the day is new.
I thank the Lord that you were born,
As I'll die loving you.
As I sit alone and pray
And cling to love so true,
I'll hope to see you once today
As I'll die loving you.
When I see the stars at night,
I wonder if you do.
And hope they have us both in sight
As I'll die loving you.
When I take my final rest,
This day, if life is through;
I'll thank the Lord I lived so blessed
That I died loving you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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