The Vision
The evening opens its curtain to the shy dusk
In the cool breeze air, a slight waft of the scent of musk
I rest in my arm chair, in my hand a glass of dazzling champagne
I reminiscence of the days gone by, all the joy and the pain
And then I see her, in a vision so clear
She was only 21 and to my heart so dear
Why did I let her go I thought
In a twist of fate my destiny was caught
In an interruption my wife stands before me
In a jarring voice, like vinegar on teeth
“ How many times did I tell you, put the newspaper back
You leave it everywhere except in its rack”
I sigh with one last look at my vision
She seemed to smile at me and say
Yours was the heart I stole
But she is the medicine for your soul
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