Too Late
I was told it didn’t matter but I knew that it did.
So I hopped on my bike and quickly I hid.
I wandered away, too far to return,
I tried to forget, in my heart I did yearn.
That was yesterday’s love, there was no tomorrow.
I couldn’t forget, much to my sorrow.
Yet I remember the pleasure,
The sweet memories I treasure
I’ll forever be your friend.
Could that be my only happy ever after end?
Of treasured thoughts
Love & Peace
William
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There will be happiness again.
A nice poem.
Love from
kay ox
Regis
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~D.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Love,
Eileen