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are you tired?
by Charlie Morganyou must be tired every morning, because
we dance the night away in our lone fantasy.
i walk you to your chair after every dance;
and wait for the band to start-up again.
my blood boiling with anticipation.
and you give me that "sure, why not?" look;
a brigade of flowers grow on your smile.
and i've got one more dime; another dance, left;
and you've got one more smile for me.
tomorrow is another time; i happily live for it. 12/24/2012 Posted on 12/25/2012
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Blair Meeks on 01/27/13 at 09:39 PM beautiful. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/28/13 at 12:25 AM and her heart sighs to contemplate
that a line such as,
"a brigade of flowers grow on your smile"
would grow a garden of smiles, fully blooming,
in a woman's soul. I adore it. |
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