NEVER BE SORROWED

 

Never be sorrowed

By love’s compromise

Don’t settle for second best,

You deserve better

So search for the one

Look into their heart

And when they look back

You will know it’s safe

To fall into their loving arms

I HAVE HELD MY LOVE IN CHECK

 

I have held my love in check

While watching and waiting,

Cautious from the very start

Withholding romantic feelings,

And playing it safe, until the day

I find a worthy receptive heart

GOLDEN LOVE

 

 

It was fifty years ago when I first saw her
When I fell for her beauty and her charm
And now in the autumn of our years
I’m still proud to have her on my arm

 

How long ago it was when we were young
When every minute we were parted
Was full of angst, agonies and torment
And time alone left us broken hearted

 

Now I could compose symphonies
And write lofty ballads to her name
I could write the sweetest love songs
And never express what are love became

 

I would have crossed the wildest seas
And walked on coals to be at her side
I would have slain the fiercest dragon
And fought duals to win her as my bride

 

I proclaimed my love to her as everlasting
And told her we would always be together
Through thick and thin, good times and bad
Through the calm and stormy weather

 

My heart soared as the church bells rang
When at the alter she stood and said I do
Now after fifty summers and winters
The love I proclaimed still holds true

THAT RAINY SUNDAY

 

It’s a rainy Sunday
And I’m feeling blue
Remembering the past
And thinking of you

 

Do you happily look back?
Across the years
Or do you view them
Through bitter tears

 

Do you ever think of me?
Just once in a while
With a furrowed brow
Or rueful smile

 

You thought our love
Would last an eternity
But I was quite happy
Just to wait and see

 

I just wanted us
To enjoy the laughter
But what you wanted
Was happy ever after

 

I loved you so much more
Than I would ever say
When we broke up
On that rainy Sunday

 

When you asked me
I should have said
“I really do love you”
I just shrugged instead

 

I wish I could go back
To that rainy Sunday
I would get on my knees
And beg you to stay

A SEA BREEZE BLEW THROUGH OUR HAIR

 

A sea breeze blew through our hair

As we walked along the shore line

The waves lapped at the sand

And sunlight glinted on the water

It must have been a beautiful scene

But as we walked hand in hand

I confess I had eyes only for you

As we strolled along the beach

While waves lapped at the sand

ABIGAIL’S TALE

 

In the comfort of the coffee shop
Nestled into an oversized sofa
Sits Abigail, homesick and sad
As she reads a letter from home

 

She knows the sadness will pass
And sooner this time than the last
It strikes each time she hears from home
With news from those she left behind

 

Her parents, always loving and kind
Her baby sister, annoyingly lovely
All of her friends of long standing
And of course him, the reason she left

 

She left her home and those she loved,
The only place she had ever lived
After her marriage dismally failed
So she is building a new life for herself

 

Away from the people she loves

And the places and all the familiarity
The things that reminded her daily
Of her failure and her inadequacies

 

So Abigail lives far away in a new town
And she is making new friends
Discovering new places that will be familiar
As she tries to forget past mistakes

 

She has joined a new church in town
A new congregation, where her angels voice
Can sing loudly in praise to heaven
And she is finding peace within herself

 

And one day very soon, Abigail will sit
In the comfort of the coffee shop
Nestled into an oversized sofa
And not be desperately homesick and sad

 

One day very soon Abigail will read
A long rambling letter from home
And smile at it familiar contents
And she will not feel the old pain strike

 

One day very soon in her new home
Abigail will allow herself be happy
One day very soon in her new home town

Abigail will forgive herself 

JUST A SNAPSHOT

 

I held a picture of her

Just a snapshot

Dog eared and faded

Posed for posterity

A picture of a young girl

In a summer dress,

A “hand me down” clearly

The pattern faded

On the much altered garment

With a fraying hem

She was a pretty girl

With a face of innocence

Framed by brown tousled hair

A naïve and unaffected girl

Unsure of her beauty

And all the more beautiful because of it

Such a wonderful snapshot

Of a perfect moment

Captured so long ago

On a perfect day

I fell in love with her that day

As my heart melted

Like the snow in spring

I love her still and I’ve loved her

Every day in between.

Tears welled in my eyes

As I looked at that picture

Of naïve innocent beauty

And they fell unchecked

As I remembered

The woman she became

And the love we shared

But then she was taken from me

So all I have left is the snapshot

And all the memories it invokes