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Am I Hideous
Am I hideous So many years have drained, slowly taking what was once mine scattering it over endless thoughts and memories And I wonder why, where has it all gone… Silver finds locks once dark, muscles speak in much louder tones Sleep is something of youthful moments and nightmares wrap me where once bloomed orchids Coming down that mountain…stumbling, gazing on the valley below, green and lush, envying those who still smile, holding hands and drinking of life one happy sip at a time from that half full glass held next to their hearts Not a drop spilled on their dance floor, mixing with saw dust and erratic footprint designs A tear finds my cheek, lonely as it is asking what did it mean, why has loved passed me by Nary a wave or a nod, eyes fixed elsewhere Am I hideous…the thought has crossed my mind…why did I just grin, did something soft touch me and I didn’t notice, until now…perhaps There’s that word again…seems overused though it hasn’t been spoken in ages Entering that final path, winding…tiring so but a spring in the old step, a bounce found in place of a crawl “Sweet the fragrant air doth find me of you” Why did I just say that, and in a voice I hadn’t heard in so long Seems to be singing…and it is me…me and funny…I hear harmony So it has come, the voices of my past belting out a few notes into the mind of crab cake crumbles and starched socks Yet it is not in my head, it is on the wind…a cool breeze of song wafts along aged skin and tickles…and I laugh at the feeling When she appears from a field of lavender, different yet perfect, beautiful eyes, lips, I must be going insane they said it would happen…madness Then she smiles at me and I smile back, could this be…love…me Taking my hand we run, yes run…uphill, and I feel free Reaching in my pocket I pull out the four leaf clover I found when I was twelve and whisper…”Took you long enough"
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