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The Beginning Beginning At the duck pond, A little boy alone. And a small paper boat That sailed a way the monsters, And a soft voice comes to him, A little girl asking about his boat. He says the monsters are gone now, So she takes him by the hand And walks away to the playground, He never looks back at the paper boat. And the eternal present sank the boat, He played with a new friend, An understanding of monsters And they became each others peace. The Middle Times that shine in youth And there she was at prom With her peace she still held His hand like the pond before them. They danced as the years danced, The youth soaking in all firsts, He kisses her under the stars And promises forever in his eyes. She lay at the blanket before him Ready as a flower blooms, They make love as a sacrifice Of virginal clarity of truth. The End Was still the youth, but college And adventure called them both To different places and different Times were to become a reality. She kissed her kiss of forever, He held her in their final summer, Never let me go she whispered, And he held her ever tighter. The summer ends, And the Fall as life is a fall, They say goodbye and promise To stay together forever.                              The Middle The beginnings Of a twenty something man who just Lost his highschool girlfriend, And the girl became a woman, All is a guarantee too change. The promise was so much to take, He held on as long as he could But her dreams took her away And he became a normal guy. She meets another man, He holds on too long, She marries and has some kids, He let's her go in his mind. The Middle of life Is rarely how one recalls it, But the time of his life was with her And he never marries. She divorces a man that never loved Her for who she though she was, Her thoughts drift to her lover, Her first love, she begins a search. And time is a force, A force of her heart when she sees His face, the pounding that it took, She realised she never stopped loving him. The end can be happy sometimes, And he gets a letter in the mail, I'm in town, the note said, Come see me. He rushes and sees her stilled in time, As beautiful as ever, they make love As the first time, two weeks together That made a lifetime apart worth it. But she had kids in another place, He could uproot the life he had, They say goodbye once again And something about it felt final.                        The End The years pile like snow in winter, And winters breath came and went Like the seasons, now in his forties He realised all he wanted was to see her again. He sends her a letter to meet him at the pond, She says he has to come to her, She wasn't feeling so well, And he flew like a dove in its miracle. Her children come to greet him, And he felt like they should have been His from another life, The reflections of life's mirror. The middle years came, She had battled cancer for years, He stayed with her through the battle, And married her with no regrets. He was with her only two years But it was the most fun he ever had, At the hospital the doctors new That visiting hours didn't apply to him. As the cancer ate her last days She made him promise one last thing, He said he would find her Where ever souls might go when they leave. And the end can be a beginning, He stands at her grave, He holds her flowers With tears for everyday. He went home to where he began His life, where they first met as kids, He holds her picture in his pocket And a sheet of paper he begins to fold. He puts her picture in a paoerboat, He sails it away into the pond, He remembers like it was yesterday, At the duckpond, a little boy alone......
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
The Beginning, The Middle, The End
The Beginning Beginning At the duck pond, A little boy alone. And a small paper boat That sailed a way the monsters, And a soft voice comes to him, A little girl asking about his boat. He says the monsters are gone now, So she takes him by the hand And walks away to the playground, He never looks back at the paper boat. And the eternal present sank the boat, He played with a new friend, An understanding of monsters And they became each others peace. The Middle Times that shine in youth And there she was at prom With her peace she still held His hand like the pond before them. They danced as the years danced, The youth soaking in all firsts, He kisses her under the stars And promises forever in his eyes. She lay at the blanket before him Ready as a flower blooms, They make love as a sacrifice Of virginal clarity of truth. The End Was still the youth, but college And adventure called them both To different places and different Times were to become a reality. She kissed her kiss of forever, He held her in their final summer, Never let me go she whispered, And he held her ever tighter. The summer ends, And the Fall as life is a fall, They say goodbye and promise To stay together forever.                              The Middle The beginnings Of a twenty something man who just Lost his highschool girlfriend, And the girl became a woman, All is a guarantee too change. The promise was so much to take, He held on as long as he could But her dreams took her away And he became a normal guy. She meets another man, He holds on too long, She marries and has some kids, He let's her go in his mind. The Middle of life Is rarely how one recalls it, But the time of his life was with her And he never marries. She divorces a man that never loved Her for who she though she was, Her thoughts drift to her lover, Her first love, she begins a search. And time is a force, A force of her heart when she sees His face, the pounding that it took, She realised she never stopped loving him. The end can be happy sometimes, And he gets a letter in the mail, I'm in town, the note said, Come see me. He rushes and sees her stilled in time, As beautiful as ever, they make love As the first time, two weeks together That made a lifetime apart worth it. But she had kids in another place, He could uproot the life he had, They say goodbye once again And something about it felt final.                        The End The years pile like snow in winter, And winters breath came and went Like the seasons, now in his forties He realised all he wanted was to see her again. He sends her a letter to meet him at the pond, She says he has to come to her, She wasn't feeling so well, And he flew like a dove in its miracle. Her children come to greet him, And he felt like they should have been His from another life, The reflections of life's mirror. The middle years came, She had battled cancer for years, He stayed with her through the battle, And married her with no regrets. He was with her only two years But it was the most fun he ever had, At the hospital the doctors new That visiting hours didn't apply to him. As the cancer ate her last days She made him promise one last thing, He said he would find her Where ever souls might go when they leave. And the end can be a beginning, He stands at her grave, He holds her flowers With tears for everyday. He went home to where he began His life, where they first met as kids, He holds her picture in his pocket And a sheet of paper he begins to fold. He puts her picture in a paoerboat, He sails it away into the pond, He remembers like it was yesterday, At the duckpond, a little boy alone......
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
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