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My life for the last 52 years, I am 72. |
| 127 One Man’s Lament I wish I’d never met her, That wonderful spring night. On a dance floor long ago, I got to hold her tight. And now I can’t forget her, She haunts me so it seems. A specter in the daytime, She walks through all my dreams. I see her ahead of me, When walking in a crowd. Honey blonde hair shimmering, Her walk and style so proud. I hurry to get to her, Before the corners made. For once she steps around it, From my sight she will fade. I remember I lost her, No, I cast her away. We had dreamed of forever, ‘til then I’ll rue that day. My mind will always see her, My heart will always know The error of a young man. For I still love her so. |