I loved before

Touch – a poem 

I loved before, more than once, from youth to middle age.

The passion of man’s self was common to them all

Yet in each episode there was more than just the thrill

there was commitment, work, joy and woe.

There were and will be tears, there were and will be grace

and misery and great times of overwhelming love.

The scars and rainbows of our past are deeply etched

and with hope will make us better yet.

We shall use the wisdom of our age, and all our carnal wit

to ensure that in our time; we’ll make the best of it.

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