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Talon · 11-17-2014, 10:53 AM

On the Eve of 1947
by Walter Benton

With four and some years lost playing war . . . cancel another.
Cross out a year of seasons, of nights and mornings___
a wasted year
of radio and movie evenings . . . Sundays of pointless solitaire.

And this . . . the richest of our expectant time,
with youth enough still to be strong and years just right to be
wiser than we really are___

and never a greater need for the therapy of love.

We built a house and locked ourselves out.
We kindled a fire and sought chance firesides for warmth.
We lighted a lamp then followed jack-o'-latern in the night.

I wonder . . . some late day, when all your world
has shrunk into a pinch of dust between a miser's fingers____

will remembering comfort you, my dear ?

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Talon Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Divine Feminine Preferred Pronoun?: . Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: . Posts: 4,921 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,246 Thanked 10,223 Times in 3,305 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	On the Eve of 1947 by Walter Benton With four and some years lost playing war . . . cancel another. Cross out a year of seasons, of nights and mornings___ a wasted year of radio and movie evenings . . . Sundays of pointless solitaire. And this . . . the richest of our expectant time, with youth enough still to be strong and years just right to be wiser than we really are___ and never a greater need for the therapy of love. We built a house and locked ourselves out. We kindled a fire and sought chance firesides for warmth. We lighted a lamp then followed jack-o'-latern in the night. I wonder . . . some late day, when all your world has shrunk into a pinch of dust between a miser's fingers____ will remembering comfort you, my dear ?