When the rose of romance withers,
And the heart is sere and dry-
And you gaze upon the wreckage-
Of your life and wonder why…
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Good rhythm and rhyme, John, and it flows nicely. I like it.
Good poem. Good rhymes. It happens to all of us. Even Trump i guess.
When that love you thought eternal- Has spread its wings and gone- And you find the " road less traveled, Is the one you walk alone. Always the sense of loneliness appear in your poems. find joy in simple things and do a wonderful good act of love for the less deprived. These acts kill our loneliness. t ony