Of Recognition
This path I take
So familiar it seems!
Of sweet years past I dream,
Of distant seasons I dwell; But of love---
Of love I miss. Although deprived of a
Maiden's gift, I bestill my aspirations;
With passions gone I retrieve my thoughts but fail
To comprehend; and now I must cater to my wounds
Of empetiness and bleed to the boredom that follows.
Same, wrote this in HS for a publication, 1970-71.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013
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