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    dots Submission Name: A BENCH BY THE WATERdots

    Author: jamar2
    ASL Info:    52/male/Ireland
    Elite Ratio:    2.22 - 53/46/75
    Words: 243
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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       A poem that comes from a distant past, but one i thought i could share with you......

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    dotsA BENCH BY THE WATERdots

    Here I was sat with my flask of tea,
    Parked on a bench by the canal you see.
    The sky was so clear and the Sun so warm,
    It’s a good to be alive day, a day to be born.

    I often sit here on a day like today,
    Thinking of a past love, and why she went away.
    I was just sixteen, in love, at that age you are,
    But her family moved away to a land so far.

    At first we kept in touch mainly by post,
    Yet now I receive none, that’s all I can boast,
    But when I am here I often think about her
    Would we still be together, with love to share.

    I am now fifty plus, in an age of reminisce,
    Oh, how shy she was with that first little kiss.
    The walks along this canal, both hand in hand.
    I told her I loved her that really felt grand.

    But now I must go, but with a warmth in my heart,
    For with these dear memories I could never part.
    With all the magic that a young love can give,
    It’s just those few precious moments I’d love to relive.

    Submitted on 2008-11-12 16:48:49     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This really made me sad, but kinda in a happy way. people say it's better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all. This poem reminded me of that saying. It's sad that you can never have those moments again, but you would never trade the memories for the world. I think this poem will touch a lot of peoples hearts. great Job!

    | Posted on 2008-11-19 00:00:00 | by WhY-dO-yOu-CrY | [ Reply to This ]

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