Maggie
The world was so very young,
you could sing it nursery rhymes,
and the sky would bend to your lips
to kiss them.
We had a rented room.
London was a beautiful legend,
set in pristine ancient stone.
The parks were our playground,
old tucked-away pubs,
safe places for our dreams.
Who would have thought,
that we were paying rent
for a death bed?
Too late help came,
too late the ambulance jolted you away.
Can a heart be both strong and weak?
Years later
it is still too early to know.
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