Bittersweet
She proposed. He declined.
You’re too intense for me.
He said then.
A few years later, they met.
He was older, she wiser.
He frowned,
I don’t like what you’ve become.
You didn’t like me the way I was!
She wanted to cry when he said
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1Pinks
wrote on 16 October 2006 at 11:36
A confused man!
2junkie
wrote on 16 October 2006 at 16:58
@ Pinks
aren’t they all?
3ideasmith
wrote on 18 October 2006 at 10:28
@ Pinks, Junkie: I think we all are.
4Stranger
wrote on 27 January 2007 at 10:11
Friends… old friends…
One sees how it ends.
A woman looks
Or a man lies,
And the pleasant brooks
And the quiet skies,
Ruined with brawling
And caterwauling,
Enchant no more
As they did before,
And so it ends
With friends.
Friends… old friends…
And what if it ends?
Shall we dare to shirk
What we live to learn?
It has done its work,
It has served its turn;
And, forgive and forget
Or hanker and fret,
We can be no more
As we were before.
When it ends, it ends
With friends.
Friends… old friends…
So it breaks, so it ends.
There let it rest!
It has fought and won,
And is still the best
That either has done.
Each as he stands
The work of its hands
Which shall be more
As he was before?…
What is it ends
With friends?
5ideasmith
wrote on 28 January 2007 at 14:47
@ Stranger: Some lessons you really wish you didn’t have to learn.
6wiseling
wrote on 1 February 2007 at 14:59
Sometimes there is no happily ever after, but there is happiness…
7ideasmith
wrote on 1 February 2007 at 18:18
@ Wiseling: I don’t know if there’s always happiness, but there’s often poetry.
8wiseling
wrote on 2 February 2007 at 13:42
You gotta take what you get and smile, right? What more can you do…
And about my post, I don’t say what I don’t mean..I love the way you write.