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I write with a hand you once held how I love to recall,
I look into a mirror where once we saw ourselves reflected,
Now my hands shake and the mirror lies.

I walk alone along the seashore where once we did together,
Our belief in our innocence we were safe in the bosom of our land,
Now I know that we were fooled.

Now my legs ache and I tire easily so I walk home alone,
I sit in my old armchair though it is now threadbare with age,
I gaze through a closed window.

I have cried more tears that can be counted, for you, for me,
They fall silently for there is no one to hear my cries,
And our portrait still hangs on my crumbling wall.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 12/23/2019 12:37:00 PM
Open the window my friend. YOu are not alone. God is with you. YOur loved one is waiting for you... live life long and well, so when you see them next, you will have so much to talk about... all the more reason, to believe... Merry Christmas. You are a wonderful poet. I love this one... it made me sad... yet... so very well written... Ann
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Julie Achilles
Date: 12/31/2019 6:08:00 AM
thank you so much, happy New Year
Date: 12/21/2019 7:28:00 AM
Nicely penned, Julie, I can feel the deep sad emotions within. All the best. John
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Julie Achilles
Date: 12/22/2019 8:47:00 AM
Thank you John, we all feel the pain now and then. Best Wishes, Julie
Date: 12/21/2019 6:16:00 AM
Moving poem full with sentiments of the past and of the present! The beautiful thing is that one can live such moments when young so reminisces now in old age! Well done dearest Julie!
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Julie Achilles
Date: 12/22/2019 8:48:00 AM
Yes, thank you, older age is a good time for reflection and remembrance but not always with sadness I am glad to say, My Best Wishes, Julie