“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”

— William Hazlitt

Patrick Patrick

Feeling Blue

Softly, I ask, for why do I feel sorrow,
Is it from years that have passed,
Or could it be the time that I borrow?

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The Love I Knew

The soft drops of rain fell-
Each drop a reflection of her
A flood they could have been-
While still my memories more

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Those Three Words

A fortunate friendship of fate, two strangers we were.
We had so much in common, watching each hour then turn.
That huge smile when we met, I still recall your red face.
The special moments we shared, I’ll always remember the place.

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