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Why did you leave?

Feeling a bit sad this evening. Wrote this poem a little while ago just to express what I feel.

Why did you leave?

The last song is yet to be sung,
The last bell is yet to be rung.
The last book is yet to be read,
The last word is yet to be said.

The last bow is yet to be taken.
The last Martini is yet to be shaken.
The last note is yet to be played,
The last etching is yet to fade.

Why then did you leave?
Why did you choose to walk away?
Leaving me to waltz the last dance
And face the music alone. Couldn’t you stay?

© Ps


  1. Hi thanks for visiting my blog. least i could do is to visit yours. love
    the poems how long have you been writing.
    may be could chat some time about life the universe and everthing poetical
    bye for now TIM

  2. Hey! I got your message about Picasa. That is really amazing! I don't know much about computers, unfortunately, I know next to nothing about rearranging disk drives and things. I can tell you that the Picasa thing is so much fun, and pretty simple. Enjoy it!

  3. simple and melancholic!
    Depicts the mood, alright!
    I hope writing it down helped you get over the grief!

  4. This poem is wonderful! But I have a question for you, isn't it scary to put yourself out there for everyone to read?! I have just started blogging and keep wondering about the same!


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