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Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Old Man Who Waits

 

My last breath will wait for you oh my dear,

You will return I believe, I have no fear.

To hear from me you will somehow sneak up,

Through your soothing words you will then speak up.

At least a call you will make,

to put me to sleep as I am for long awake.

You do not care any more,the children do say,

They would never understand you,

To my greatest dismay.

I will wait as long as it will take you,

To get your other commitments through.

Death can not touch me till I see you.

The last sight that I want to see,

Is that of the beautiful black eyes of thee.

The last emotion I want to feel,

Is the boundless love between you and me.

The last smell that I want to sense,

Is of you silky brown hair,

bouncing as you walk in a unique flair.

Your smile will soothe all my pain,

Your tears will wash out the negative drain.

Ready to die then I will be,

With the love of my life beside me.

A last touch is what I am craving for,

Your arrival is what I am waiting for.

My last breath will wait to cease,

When you will be there, I will die at ease.

No more the pain can I now bear,

But I know you will soon be there.

I will wait for you longing my dear,

You will certainly return I have no fear.

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