I stare at an empty page,
It’s lines running together in a blur,
Void of thought or expression.
In days gone by they beckoned me
To share my words of love,
Filling each line with meaning.
In prose I praised the thought of love,
In rhyming schemes I laughed at life,
And with every passing day,
I filled another empty page
And sent it on it’s way,
To you.
Now times have changed,
And so have I.
Before me lies an empty page,
It’s lines running together in a blur,
Void of thought or expression.
In days gone by they beckoned me,
But now those days have gone.
No longer do we share the love
Which filled my life with meaning.
I have no use for prose or rhymes,
For life is now an empty page,
It’s lines running together in a blur,
Void of thought or expression.
March 18, 1986
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