Each year the winter days compel
the poet to his pen
Soon friends and lovers reappear
as writing then begins
A poet with a simple life
still searching for the truth
Dissecting years of memories
quite often from his youth
Reflection often fills his days
while in his solitude
Emotions tethered to his heart
he keeps them all subdued
Smiles and tears walk hand in hand
regrets a part of life
A lover lost so long ago
she would have been his wife
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013
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