Sixty has Come to Call

Sixty has come to call
Sixty calendars can fill a wall
Sixty, and now my days move into fall.

Too many months for memories’ clear thought
Too many in which once battles were fought
Too many tears for the pains I’ve wrought

Oh, so many ways to have got Life wrong
Oh, so few days for light heart’d song
Oh, so few people left with whom to belong

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Clamp Down on Pounding Heart

In nighttime’s creeping shadows
Loneliness can be found
Padding along on silent feet
Moving without sound

Empty house’s echoes
Bounce hollow in the ear
Raising small hairs of neckbone
Shivering soul with fear

Hear the creaking floor boards
Beware room’s sudden chill
Scratching on the window pane
Surely bodes ill will

Somewhere in your distant past
You’ve wronged another being
And in the lonely nighttime hours
They return for reckoning

So lie as still as death yourself
Clamp down on pounding heart
Plead for your forgiveness now
And in time they may depart

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What Does One Say to an Old Love

What does one say to an old love
A love that’s withered and died
What does one say to an old love
That’s not another wound to one’s pride

How does one reconcile the loss
Of future, happiness, and hope
How does one reconcile the pain
What does one do to cope

For my part I’ll not place you in position
To defend what’s changed and why
Nor will I place me in position
To break down in front of you and cry

Never ask me to belittle what I felt
Whether it was the same or different for you
Never belittle what you meant to me
When our love was strong and true

 “Being friends” just mocks the level
Of care, commitment, and feeling
“Being friends” simply blocks progress
Of mending, moving on, and healing

Thus “friends” is not in our future
Friends was a part of our past
My best and last word on the subject
I hope that your next love will last

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