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looking for love
by Charlie Morganyour eyes only should read this,
however, it's just words in a row
meaning one thing then the next;
some words will refernce my world,
some yours.
we walk in frames of mind, a habit
since childhood; robert frost shakes
his lonely-wooded head and shrugs.
when will they ever learn?
when will they ever learn?
looking for love, an item we didn't bring,
is the barter-ticket for love found, traded.
yet, we didn't bring our love for the switch.
we ate ours already; now, find ourselves
hungry for yours. 11/03/2008 Posted on 11/03/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/03/08 at 06:53 PM wow charlie. "looking for love, an item we didn't bring" really speaks to me. well done sir. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/03/08 at 07:37 PM Very nice write Charlie. Sometimes I believe that those who bring no love never saw it when they were young. Once past an age it may just be a dream as the understanding is not there. |
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