The Woman in My Life
A long time ago, I loved a girl ..
I loved her more then, but I love her still
I think about her now and again
And I guess, somehow I always will
She had sunny hair and shining eyes ..
And it seemed as tho' she always smiled
She wore pretty colored gowns of blue and white
Bows of green and shoes of brown
And when I was young, she would follow me
Through countryside and town
She followed me down to the lake one day
And stood and watched over me carefully
as I sat by my favorite fishing hole
I thought surely she knew by now
that I was master at the bamboo pole
But if she knew, she didn't show it
She just stood there looking on ..
Then darkness came, and she disappeared
.. had she gone?
Tho' somehow I felt her still near ...
She stayed in the past,
and in the distance for some time
and didn't seem to want to come around again ..
But then ..
I caught a glimpse of now-darkened sunny hair
and she had tears in her eyes
And she told me very softly .. she was going to die ..
“No, not just yet..” she whispered
She would take care 'til I passed on
“But your children..” she sobbed, “.. i'm sorry ..”
“And i'm sorry we've been apart so long..”
Yes, I still think about the woman in my life
And I still see her once in a while
And she'll still be at the end of my life
When they lay me down on style
And at long last, as tho' a dream come true ..
my body .. one .. with hers ...
About this poem
A riddle in verse about my truest love... I leave it to the reader to guess who... ;-)
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Written on July 20, 2011
Submitted by oldoccpu on February 19, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XABA CX XDED XEFXF XGXX XXXBB XCXXGEX HIHI XX |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,407 |
Words | 298 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 2, 4, 5, 4, 5, 7, 4, 2 |
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