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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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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
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An Angel Flight
Not long ago I saw her,
As in her younger days.
She sat upon the fresh green grass
As I could only gaze.
She clasped her hands together
As they rocked to and fro,
The whitest things I ever saw;
Her angel wings, you know.
Gleaming with her smiling eyes,
A look I so adore.
In doing so, she warmed my heart.
The way she did before.
She spoke not a single word.
Nor did I wish her to.
For she was, well, just as she was;
The girl I'd loved so true.
Placing them upon the grass,
And patting it with care,
Her hands sure meant for me to come
And take my place right there.
Seeing how I looked at her,
She gave a pleasant sigh.
Then shook her head and smiled again,
This apple of my eye.
Sitting there, she kissed my cheek
And my heart skipped a beat.
Just as it had before, when I
Had placed it at her feet.
Then she stood, and I got up
As if I had no weight.
I don't believe on earth we feel
A love so warm and great.
Slowly, as we left the ground,
Her wings spread left and right.
I somehow threw away the fears
I always had of flight.
Firmly now, in her embrace,
We up and flew away.
Whatever doubts or fears I had,
Just disappeared that day.
As we drifted on the breeze
That blows through Heaven's skies;
I doubt if you have known such joy,
Or seen such through your eyes.
We flew not so far away,
But just around the bend.
I guess she knew that this was not
The day my life would end.
When she flew me back to earth,
I guess it took awhile;
For me to speak and voice my thanks
To her, and it, her smile.
Then it happened once again,
The thing that angels do.
She promised to return someday,
The day my life is through.
As she spread her wings again
And gently left in mirth,
I wondered at this girl I'd known
And loved so much, on earth
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Ashes
I burned them all to ashes,
The things you used to say.
I guess you didn't write them down,
So you'd avoid this day.
I don't think you considered
The wonders of the mind,
And how it treats the remnants
Of lovers left behind.
You thought I'd always cherish,
The things you gave to me.
But honey, I can't value,
What others get for free.
It's going to take forever,
But I've got many years;
To burn away the memories
Contained in all my tears.
For now I've just avoided,
Substantial pain and strife.
I just incinerated all,
The things that were our life.
They now are only ashes.
No flames of love remain.
Here no Phoenix lies in wait;
For love, to rise again.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Autumn Love
I met her in the autumn;
When such are found, you know.
She said, 'In all her glory.'
Though joking, oh how so!
So true, I did inform her.
But then, to no surprise.
Such things are never certain
In autumn's paradise.
An autumn love, so firmly,
May grasp a loving heart;
It still may seem together,
Though broken from the start.
Through autumn, when it found me.
Through winter's frozen years.
Such love alive in springtime,
Brings forth a rain of tears.
That's why the loves of autumn
Display a special trait.
The heartbreak, comes much sooner.
The love ends, much too late.
For young love, it's more tragic.
Although it's torn apart,
The yearning never ceases
Around a virgin heart.
So when the tears of springtime
Give way and summer looms;
The autumn love, once tempting,
Ignores the soul it dooms.
And then, the autumn comes again
For young loves one and all.
Changing then, its name once more,
From autumn to the fall.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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