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Promises, An imitation of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

I steal her hand, sit by her side

A whispered tone, a swift goodbye

I kiss her deep, and she is gone

I feel too weak to be so strong

 

I stand up straight, begin to shake

I clench my knees to keep my shape

I stand again, and am not sure

That I can fight, or will endure

 

I slowly turn the clockwork ****

The old wood groans the more I ****

My loved ones all sweep into view

They act, but they all know the news

 

A tiny figure takes my side

She grips my leg, begins to cry

I take her up, I kiss her head

I let her cry till tears are dead

 

I look down at my little girl

I see my wife, emotions swirl

My eyes go red, a heart torn deep

 

 

But I have promises to keep

And years to go before I weep

And years to go before I weep

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Dec 21, 2011
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