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I must admit something
I was brought to tears not long ago
Shameless, unmitigated tears streaming my face
I am not brought to tears at a whim

Not because it's something that I think "real men" shouldn't do
(I believe quite the opposite, in fact)
But because I have been plagued since birth -
A rare form of migraine called 'hemiplegic'

That I have no effective treatment for
Tears can trigger it, you see
So I do my best ... not to
But I was at the ocean recently

Watching the moon dance on wave-tops
(Something I have done countless times, hours on end)
It is my favorite thing to look at, and it heals my soul
But this time, as I watched, I thought on something new

I realized, all at once, that someday -
One particular warm summer evening, a long time from now
There will no longer be ANY human eyes -
Any intelligent, appreciative eyes, left on earth

To behold that exquisite, breathtaking, spirit-mending beauty
Never again will it stir a heart, or captivate a mind
No more will it weave nights of romance
Inspire a melancholy verse or song

Or be the muse of a lost, aching soul
There will come a night, when every time it rises
From then until the end of the earth
It will do so in utter and complete unappreciated solitude ...

I can think of nothing more sad
Or heartbreaking
Or regretful
Than that.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/28/2019 8:00:00 AM
Greg, so beautiful in its serenity and sweet melancholy, is your lovely poem, I really enjoyed it !!
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Gregory Richard Barden
Date: 3/2/2019 5:53:00 PM
That's very kind of you, Mike, I so appreciate it, my friend ... your opinion is important to me, as you know and write good poetry. Blessings! :-)

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