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Why would I wish I were twenty years younger?
Was 1997 so great?
And even though it's getting late...
I signed her last return today
The Alison file is empty now
With this last year she's over the brow...
Sun long gone soon after four
Trees against the sky, no more
With leaves, they claw the dimming cloud...
Even the Beatles are passé now
And memory of Sinatra fades
On flower power they’ve pulled the shades...
Years
We had the happiness of which one hears
Months...
No I don’t tire of her smile
Her face is new each time I look
Why she is merry- in my book...
Through the years we played the game
Of love, soon learning all the rules
And my heart...
Seagulls- you see them all your life
And hear them- that cacophony!
Far inland even on Parliament Hill
Sometimes you don’t remember she’s gone
-You should, it’s quiet- in the rooms, outside
And it’s quiet because she’s died...
I miss you love at evening time
On a day of endless rain
Out on your garden I gaze again...