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Norman Goldstein

Norman Goldstein

a lost friend

Joy
A lost friend
When did you leave?
There was no fond embrace
Or hug goodbye
One moment here
And then you disappeared  
I shall travel on
Without you now
My new friends
Small comfort
Take what you get
It will happen soon
I shall abide them
Hopefully not too long.

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a garden tender

There is no capture for my words no pen or paper here inside me
a song

There’s a song I didn’t sing, I have a tin ear. It goes through my mind tune less, Like a sound that almost was there… I so miss the music that isn’t in…
embers

The flames leap higher eager, young and ever reaching for the sky And as the fire dances its dance We elders sit and watch
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rites seem wrong

The rites seem wrong It gets in the way When I wish to pray I know there is a belief in me That has been warped
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Hope

Hope is elusive Slipping away so easily Just when you have it And that secure feeling warms A bit of the frost so common now
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what happened to tomorrow

What happened to tomorrow It was just here yesterday What happened to tomorrow It seems to have run away Taking with it all my dreams
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Wild flowers

Wild flowers In a vase Tightly held The narrow neck design Working well
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beware the buyer

The devil is a smart businessman If he’s going to buy your soul He’s going to get you cheap.. you… So he starts you young Just a tease or two when you’re re…
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Survival

It holds us well An unbreakable spell Cast long ago In evolutionary creation “survival first”
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a world less mean

I can write a happy poem This I’ve always known Despite the part of angry me That reveals itself in my poetry There remains a child deep inside
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the quiet so sound

The quiet of being me I need no bombast No crowds of adoring people Only the quiet of me Listening to the voice that whispe…
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time goes bye

Time you thief robbing me so I never felt a lost moment or your rushing me forward
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tick tock

The clock on the wall mocks me With its simple gears and a helpfu… A drop of oil here and there It will pass the time relentlessly Never having to stop and rest
to Roscoe

My dog Hardly a fitting title For so vital a part of my life There is nowhere I go When he’s not under toe
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not great expectations

I expect little And I always find More than I need An abundance So easily perceived
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