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Thanksgiving

One red candle of dying flame I pour one glass of Bordeaux, into yesterday A meal for one, as autumn leaves become undone A sad clown’s face Reflects back to me Thanksgiving is lonely When all your friends are dead

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Eve Roper

Date: 10/18/2014 10:12:00 PM

I enjoyed your poem, and like Mystic Rose is truly right, it is nice to have this group of friends on this forum. love and hugs eve

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/12/2014 5:02:00 PM

Oh, Arthur, all holidays are lonely when your loved ones are gone. Wish I could give you a hug. Hate to think of you so sad, but this is a beautiful, touching poem! Pouring "one glass of Bordeaux into yesterday" really got to me. I've spent holidays alone, so I know just how you feel. Love, carolyn

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/18/2014 10:20:00 PM

Thank you Carolyn, this poem was inspired by a friend who is dieing way before his time.

Sandip Goswami

Date: 10/12/2014 3:41:00 PM

Very good creation. Touched my heart. Truly we are all sad clown...I remember my best friend...Thank you very much...Best wishes from India...

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/18/2014 10:19:00 PM

Very kind of you Sandip, sorry for delay to answer, best wishes from Canada

Tim Smith

Date: 10/12/2014 8:53:00 AM

That is a fear many have...being all alone...lucky the Habs are off to a good start.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/18/2014 10:18:00 PM

The way they play, they always end up alone too!!! LOL

Monterey Sirak

Date: 10/12/2014 7:02:00 AM

You have painted a stark portrait of loneliness. A beautiful still life done with words. This reminds me of a poem I wrote about a conversation with a lady I cared for in a nursing home, Ninety Something. I will post it.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/18/2014 10:18:00 PM

Thank you Monterey, if you soup mail me the link I would love to read it!!!