Empty now…this bench we knew,
The time and place when we were young.
So long ago…those memories,
Of love and youth and having fun.
Wrinkled faces passing by,
Oh if they could see.
Warm summer days of long ago,
The days of you and me.
So true you were…my friend for years,
Always standing near.
What will I do when you are gone,
And we shall talk no more.
Stay with me…a little while,
Before you go away.
Let me taste the wine again,
My youth of yesterday.
Copyright © 2011 LeRoy Dean All Rights Reserved
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Wow, this such beautiful poem. Thank you!
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Hi Butch. This is just beautiful. I felt it, I pictured it, I loved it. Thank you for making my day a little brighter.
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Thank you for your thoughts. I am glad the words…the thoughts blessed you.
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Beautiful! absolutely beautiful! I would love to make this into a counted cross stitch pattern… Butch, we will have to talk in the near future! When I ‘see’ something~that not only I love, but I am sure others would create~my cross stitch pattern mind kicks into high gear! Awesome! hugs, queeny
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