Whats past still present in future.

Things are more like they are now than they have ever been.
Gerald R. Ford
At Christmas, when the gawdy banners shake,
Or easter when winter weather breaks,
Or in the summer as the sun lets fly,
I will love you,I will always try.

When dawn cracks the grey of sleepless nights,
And tired leper eyes face the daylight,
And life seems too far away to run,
I will love you, till hope cracks through the sun.

When sickness crawls through our bodies weak,
And we have no heart or soul to speak,
And ulcers form where love there used to be,
I will see the truth and let what has been be.

And when the warm sun finally dulls,
When winters dark mists fall forever,
I must steadfast walk away,
take one, hear this, there will not be another.

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This fledgling force of childish love,
This spirit from the sky above,
Holds now to stab, this bond lost.
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And the grey clouds form,
On the now dull sky,
As if they were all that had ever been.