Counting years has naught to say
Of Sad or Happy days
'Tis only fears of loss
With nature as the boss;
Of untouched plans
And painful, shaking hands
Whisp'ring "NO".
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Unsung songs of "do it",
Restless dreams of joy,
Pictures of far places
With handsome unknown boy;
Old age lost in dreaming:
Youth's eternal glow.
Crying "GO"
..From Can Can Days by GeoE
June 2007
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