I walk this little corner of land
And pretend I'm in another country
Because, you see, I've only stepped
Across the river into Mexico
For a short time
And drove a bit of Canada
One long night
I've never walked
Rod's sandy beaches
Nor sailed his oceans
I've not had as many loves
nor
Loved as many lovers as he
I was content with my one love
I only wish he were h ere now.
Norma E. Mizer
1 comment:
Norma:
Your poem is very sweet and speaks well to how one's love rarely is replacable. Good to see you writing again.
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:)Kurt Kristensen
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