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   roach to All   
   Merry Xmas - an oldie (poem)   
   25 Dec 23 06:43:33   
   
   From: goldarachel@gmail.com   
      
   Who is Bob Dylan’s Wife? / (formerly titled Waitress)   
      
      
   And so I sit and wait   
   Not a glamorous life by far   
   Not some famous model   
   Not a movie star   
      
   The house is quiet    
   Save for some air   
   Cooling the room down   
   Breathing soft and fair   
      
   All alone in her nest   
   Not a soul in her midst   
   Will he remember her   
   Is he bringing a kiss   
      
   Twenty long years   
   She waits on and on with hope   
   May as well be in a prison   
   Eyes on a rope   
      
   Clowns make their jokes   
   The writers share poems   
   Another face in the window   
   Just a woman in a home   
      
   Why bother to stay   
   Why bother hanging on   
   Round and round goes the tour   
   A dream all but gone   
      
   How many more years   
   Will she wait for her man   
   Everything seems pointless   
   This game in the sand   
      
   The beaches are filled   
   With bodies and dreams   
   Is anything even   
   At all what is seems?   
      
   A long drawn out sigh   
   It almost doesn’t matter   
   The passion dies out   
   The years make it sadder   
      
   So onward and upward   
   Go along with your game   
   Nothing has changed   
   It’s all still the same   
      
   Only a girl in her crib   
   Just a-waitin’ for you   
   Waiting to live   
   To start life anew   
      
   If this ain’t enough   
   If I’m not what you desire   
   You should never have started   
   To kindle the fire   
      
   I’m tired and I’m worn   
   I’m beat and I’m through   
   Please just come back   
   I’ve tried till I’m blue   
      
   I can’t wait no more   
   I’m giving up hope   
   What a fool to believe in you   
   The world’s biggest dope   
      
   So I’m here if you ever   
   Can manage to wake up   
   We can start over refreshed   
   From Heaven’s drinking cup   
      
   The close of this rhyme   
   Is begging for me to send   
   I just miss my best friend   
   I’m stuck with him ‘till the end   
      
      
   Rachel   
   7.31.17   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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