GRAY DAY THOUGHTS

On an afternoon of rain and wind
thoughts go to where they shouldn't stray
and wander forward to the end.
Who shall leave and who shall stay?

I don't think I could bear to see
my life's love lying cold and still.
So selfish as the wish might be
let me be the first to top that hill.

But should I be the one bereft,
wait just past the crest for me.
I know my heart will soon be cleft
and I'll be caught up with you shortly

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

Hello Jayne

Thanks for the kind comment. Haven't shown it to Susan 'cause whenever I write something about her she feels obligated to cry lol......stan