She's left me now. I knew somehow
it was too good to last.
She loved me once. I was a dunce
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She loved me once. I was a dunce to let her learn my past. When she got wise to all my lies I could not keep her here. very fine poem. tony
" I was a dunce to let her learn my past." Honesty... has a price... and you got it late... perhaps!
I can imagine this one, Ron, being sung to a mournful cowboy tune and accompanied by a single guitar, the cowboy himself sitting on a log and illumined by a camp fire. -Glen
Sad it is that someone who we dearly loved once is no more with us. The longing and nostalgia will plague us for sometime. But man is so resilient.... he can fight and bounce back. Wish you better times!
Beautifully written.....thank u....dear poet.