Gone For Now
A dusty box of memories hidden in a little room
Of all the dust consuming yesterdays
I peered in to take a look
I found of lifetime of treasures
In a book of tattered pages and forgotten dreams
I opened it and read a poem
It revealed a cold Winter day
With snow Falling endless
Little kids outside at play
An elderly women sat dreaming
Of all her youthful days
She remembered the old red barn
That sat on a bluff
A place she once picked wild daisies
And dreamt of endless love
She wrote all the words
She could never say
Dreaming she could deliver her note
To a man she longed to meet
The poem ended abruptly
As if it was her last day
With a few words written at the bottom
She had one last thing to say
"Be daring my precious child
Cease each moment and run free
I am gone for now, but,
We'll meet again some Summer day
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