Sing the Song

            Sing the Song

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All I ever wanted

Was somebody to love,

Somebody to love me,

So I got married, believing,

As our generation believed.

It took years

Before I realized

I do

Didn’t mean he did.

Now I’m an old hermit

And I’ve lived long enough

To know love is a gemstone

Cut with many facets.

Morning brought a stray

Rag-bag of bones to my door.

She’s part Siamese, part Calico.

I fed her, of course. Food

Is one facet of love.

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