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Isn't It A Pity

We never walked this way together,

   We never sat down here to chat,

We never spoke of future plans,

   Of hopes and dreams and things like that.

We never caught the last bus home,

   We never shared a cigarette,

We never kissed at your front door...

   In fact we never even met.

 

But if we had, oh if we had,

   Who knows what things we could've done,

What lovely lives we could've led

   Had we but met when we were young.

◄ Sylvia

Norfolk ►

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John Coopey

Tue 9th Jul 2019 08:00

Simple and wistful. Lovely poem, lovely thoughts.

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Mon 8th Jul 2019 22:37

Many of us have loved more intensely in imagination than ever we did in the flesh. Excellent poem, excellent!

You're going to have to consent to being one of my favs now.

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 8th Jul 2019 22:34

I enjoyed this invitation to imagine how things might have been... surely something we all experience to some extent in life, especially
the thought of somebody we may have missed, through chance or circumstance, who might have been "the one".

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