When love was youthful it came my way,
But I had not the time to play.
I sent it skipping down the street,
And love and it's laughter beat a hasty retreat.
Love tried to enter but I didn't relent.
I said, "Go away!", and away it went.
Love came again and knocked on my door.
I did not answer.....so it tried no more.
Even though my life went well,
Love did not come again to dwell.
Not in my life or in my shell,
I had really shunned it well.
As I sit alone in the dark of the night,
Memories of the past take flight.
And if the true story were to be told
Oh, love how I'd welcome you
Now that I'm old.
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I like my Aunt Margie's poem. She is a good writer. Every poem she writes is about someone she has met or has known.
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