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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Borrowed Words
I'm waiting here for someone .
Just who , I couldn't say .
She's bringing my contentment .
True love , I guess , someday .
I may just wait forever .
Again , this one last time .
It's then , I shall endeavor
To put our love in rhyme .
By then , if I've forgotten
Expressions lovers say ;
I thought that I'd just borrow
From those I wrote today .
That's why I don't mind waiting .
I've got more time you see ,
To think of things more charming
To say when love's with me .
It's then , when I'm contented
And know not what to say .
I'll be so glad I waited
And wrote of love this day .
So let me write my love words
To one I do not know .
Though someday , they'll be borrowed ,
These words wrote long ago .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Garden Gate
Today I passed your garden gate ,
It rattled to and fro .
I don't remember it this way ,
The gate I used to know .
Today I touched your garden gate ,
The crumbling wood and rust .
How could I replace them now ,
Its pieces turned to dust ?
Today I breached your garden gate
As I had done before .
I wondered if you might be there ,
Tilling earth once more .
Today I closed your garden gate
Behind me once again .
I walked along your garden path
The way I did back then .
Today beyond your garden gate
Where I shall wait for now ;
They say you won't , but I just know ,
You must return somehow .
Today beyond your garden gate
Where I've shed many tears ;
They all expect to see me there ,
The place I've come for years .
Today beyond your garden gate
I felt you there somehow .
Twas then I came , at last to peace .
A place unknown till now .
For just beyond your garden gate
My destiny was cast .
A place from where no man returns .
I found you there at last .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Gremlin
'Where have you been? ', I said to her ,
'I've missed your loving song .'
'Over the hill, ' she said to me ,
'For that's where I belong .'
'Tis not so true, ' said I to her ,
'You should be here with me .
I need your love more than before ,
I'm crying , don't you see ? '
'I know, ' she said , ' I see your tears ,
And Heaven sees them too .
And that is why they sent for me
To come and comfort you .'
'I'm sorry , if I called you back , '
I said , ' It's not been long .
It's just that I have missed so much
Your love since you've been gone .'
'I know, ' she said , ' It's much too much
For some , this grief and pain .
But death is part of life , you see ,
So how can we complain ? '
'You really must get over me ,
You've more of life to live .
It's time you let your spirit rest ,
You must yourself, forgive .'
'I know, ' I said, 'Your words are true ,
I'll do just as you say .
But can I tell you once again
I'm sorry for that day ? '
'Of course you can, ' she said to me ,
'I always understood,
I would have told you, go ahead ,
If say the words , I could .'
I said, ' How good to hear your voice
And see you once again . '
She said that now she had to leave ,
To not return again .
I asked her if we'd ever meet
And talk again someday .
She said, ' It's bound to happen.....as
It's always Heaven's way .'
So off she went on up the hill ,
Then stopped and looked once more .
She raised her paw and waved goodbye
Then faded , nevermore .
I dried my tears then went to bed .
But now , without regret .
For I had spent some time with her ,
The cat I can't forget .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Harmony I (Who Cares?)
Who cares about their color?
They'd twinkle anyway .
Someday they'll both have places
In Heaven's bright array.
Who cares about her poundage?
She still looks very nice.
My arms still reach around her,
I think that will suffice.
Who cares about her cleavage,
Whatever size they are?
I'm sure they have their beauty.
I never got that far.
Who cares about her hairdoo?
She's going with the flow.
I doubt if she considers;
But that's not bad, you know.
Who cares how old she's getting?
She's still the same to me.
Sometimes I take for granted,
We both shall always be.
But care, I do, about her.
In life, above all things.
And cherish every moment
We share, from which it springs.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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