Poetry: Another of this Authors, Poems from Night School 1981-82
That air is free, but the beer is not
Love is for the taken, but it can be bought
Friends are like flowers, they bloom and multiply
But, all too often they soon wither and die
Only to be re-lived in ones cluttered mind
It seems to me that
Life is not meant to be judged or dissected as some often do
But, it is to be enjoyed by me and you
For it is, but a brief moment in this time and space
That we all have
No one, but God knows his plan
He numbers the hairs on each head and every grain of sand
He placed the moon up above it gives off, just the right glow
Romantic some might say, so
So why do we explore the space up above
Let us stay down to earth, and explore this thing called love
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