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Blind

I cannot be certain what held me back
my feet seemed locked in place.
Perhaps I thought I lacked the knack
to go to you and talk face-to-face.

The high school dance was a means
to hide  as a blind admirer no longer.
You were there—sweetie of my dreams 
but there I sat longing to be stronger.

The dance ended without our having met
the memory lives these decades gone.
I’m fixed on that night, unable to forget.
my life could have turned out all wrong.

Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2016

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Manmath Dalei Date: 9/16/2016 7:46:00 PM very deep write. Well penned every line. Enjoyed............//hugs Login to Reply Paul Schneiter Date: 9/16/2016 10:37:00 PM Your kind, supportive words are gratifying, Manmath. Please know that I value and appreciate them. I hope all is well with you and your loved ones. hugs x x x

Daniel Turner Date: 9/13/2016 8:00:00 AM A little shy were you? I remember high school dances but I had no fear. I love this poem of youthful innocence, Paul. Login to Reply Paul Schneiter Date: 9/13/2016 11:06:00 AM Yes, Daniel, I was pathologically shy; you have nailed it. I'm glad you had fun at those h.s. dances (probably broke a lot of female hearts). Thank you for your kind, encouraging comment.

Jan Allison Date: 9/12/2016 7:10:00 PM I wonder what would happen if we could turn back the clock and we'd grabbed the opportunities we missed... but then again I know we are blessed in the way our lives have turned out and things happen for a reason :-) hugs jan xx Login to Reply Paul Schneiter Date: 9/12/2016 8:30:00 PM A typically insightful response, Jan. "Opportunities lost" may have been, in retrospect, for the best. Living in mortality sometimes requires us to step from the light into the dark--or not. Only time will reveal which decision was right. Thanks, Jan.