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  GREENWOLFE 1962 (MARCH 23, 1951)
 
 
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  9.     

A Place Beside A River

There's a place beside a river
That you might know as well .
On the banks we call contentment
Near the place where lovers dwell .

It's not so far from Heaven .
Though it's not quite that , you see .
There must be a place for lonely
And their dreams that used to be .

It's a place to leave our sorrow .
And a place to not regret .
A place that gives us pleasure
In our sadness even yet .

Though our memories often linger
And our dreams may come and go ,
The place beside the river
Is a place that we should know .

So , if by chance , you see me there
In a memory or a dream .
You'll know I've found contentment
In the water of the stream .
 
GREENWOLFE 1962
   
 

   
   
 

  10.     

Lara (Inspired by Dr. Zhivago)

Oh Lara, let me tell you
If I may, this one more time,
How much I really love you,
In poetry and in rhyme.

I see our love more clearly,
Though I'm blind in love with thee.
I hold your love much closer,
For it's yours through which I see.

Your voice is, oh so soothing
As your loving sounds come through.
It keeps me ever yearning
For the sounds of loving you.

I feel loves sweet sensation
Every time I hold your hand.
And draw you ever closer
For that feeling, oh so grand.

Your kisses last forever
As we hold our love in place,
And taste sweet fruit and nectar
When our loving lips embrace.

I smell your pleasant fragrance
As I wander near and far.
Thankful to the girl I love
For the flower that you are.

Oh, Lara, please remember
All the things we lovers say
Are often gone tomorrow,
Placed in dreams of yesterday.

But if you've found contentment,
For I know I've found the same.
We'll have our love forever
And we'll call it by your name.



I wish to dedicate this poem to Boris Pasternak for
the book, David Lean for the direction, Maurice Jarre
for the music, and to Omar Shariff whose portrayal of Zhivago inspired me to become a poet, and finally to Julie Christie
whose image of Lara made this poem possible after 35
years of waiting for the gift to arrive.
 
GREENWOLFE 1962
   
 

   
   
 

  11.     

Acceptance Of Fate

Of all the lessons learned in life
By every creed in turn,
Acceptance is the costliest
Mankind has had to learn.

The price is often self-esteem,
And life must yield as well.
It also charges interest,
On that, I shall not dwell.

But just by way of mentioning,
Though bitter is defeat;
Recovery sure is sweeter,
The sooner it's complete.

Acceptance of each circumstance,
Is one great truth of life.
But often comes at quite a cost,
Much suffering and strife.

The hardest thing to realize,
When all is said and done;
Accepting losses in ones life,
Is one sure sign you've won.

Sometimes the greatest victory
Is learning to endure,
Defeat that seems unbearable;
When at first glance, for sure.

Acceptance of this living truth
Is not so hard to bear.
It's something man can't seem to learn
In struggles everywhere.

But here is wisdom to the wise,
Or those who wish to be;
For those who seek a happy life,
Acceptance is the key.

The costs you have to pay to bear
This single solemn truth,
Are those you need to sacrifice,
Your pride and fear, forsooth.

The choice is one each has to make.
And each is justified.
Depending on your view of life,
I'll argue for each side.

The core of this dilemma then
Is just to understand;
Depending on the choice you make,
You'll live or die as planned.

Acceptance then, includes the fate
You choose on fateful days.
To leave this world a sacrifice,
Or live in other ways.
 
GREENWOLFE 1962
   
 

   
   
 

  12.     

A Simple Plea

Now on the shore I stand by thee
As we stare lonely out to sea .
We know ourselves , or say we do ,
Though time has said we never knew .
We cannot speak and say so much ,
We dare not cry , yet long to touch .
And though we stare , we cannot see .
Time and memories block the sea .
We hold ourselves , it's not the same .
The wind is colder since we came .
We turn our heads as though to speak ,
But pride is strong and words are weak .
Now we strain for a simple plea ;
'No matter what , I still love thee .'
 
GREENWOLFE 1962
   
 
 
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