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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required AUTUMN OUGHT NOT BE SO ORIDNARY Setting now is another Autumnal sun Another late October day is nearly done And now I’ve another night all alone to face Without a lasting and loving embrace Sans a kindly kiss good-night And a “sleep well my sweet” wrapped in delight With sincerity sequestered in each word and her last smile so blueberry bright No, just another very lonely night Tonight my desires matter not since I am alone Yes, of course there is always the telephone But then all I hear is a disembodied voice And if I had a choice and were I to make that choice known I’d choose not to be quite and quietly so alone Pictures of the past hang on a wall bare but for images of yesterday Scenes of what sorrow and celebration had to say Some in color and some in burnt sienna brown Most that make me smile and only some that make me frown The sad ones are photos taken while I must have been envisioning the sorrow of this day that has so suddenly set in And the darkness yet another twilight has let in Another night to chase away with sleep and a prayer for serenity An evening made imperfect for a perfectly maudlin man like me Sereneness that may never arrive for a lonely man who longs for long-term love Yet finds only fleeting lovers who are tourists in and out of a life made from madness and too many changes With all the obscurity uncertainty arranges As I think of all the good times I must begin to be forgetting But alas, yet another Autumnal sun is just about setting © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
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