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Norman Goldstein

Norman Goldstein

a lost friend

Joy
A lost friend
When did you leave?
There was no fond embrace
Or hug goodbye
One moment here
And then you disappeared  
I shall travel on
Without you now
My new friends
Small comfort
Take what you get
It will happen soon
I shall abide them
Hopefully not too long.

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twisted cloud

If I were a twisted cloud I would have the wind to blame For the awful shape I’m in But being not of vapor made wispy and spread across the sky
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I know the dance

Oh I know the dance Called life It has a nice beat And I move my feet To the rhythm
tick tock

The clock on the wall mocks me With its simple gears and a helpfu… A drop of oil here and there It will pass the time relentlessly Never having to stop and rest
the quiet so sound

The quiet of being me I need no bombast No crowds of adoring people Only the quiet of me Listening to the voice that whispe…
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what happened to tomorrow

What happened to tomorrow It was just here yesterday What happened to tomorrow It seems to have run away Taking with it all my dreams
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a garden tender

There is no capture for my words no pen or paper here inside me
Lost Eden

I speak of what was lost Since I came upon this place Once a garden tendered strong Now weeds and dry earth did replac… My Eden
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Hope

Hope is elusive Slipping away so easily Just when you have it And that secure feeling warms A bit of the frost so common now
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surprising Uncle Marcus

I walked through a graveyard It was dusk short of night I marveled at my sense of fright Expecting rising ghouls or bloody… Sticking through the well trimmed…
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cancer opposes capricorn

The doctor’s eyes found the floor And with a voice thickened and tig… Announced to me what I had alread… You have cancer and will need trea… There were three of us in that roo…
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perhaps

Three doors await along life’s corridor passage only through one a necessary choice needed to be made
embers

The flames leap higher eager, young and ever reaching for the sky And as the fire dances its dance We elders sit and watch
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rites seem wrong

The rites seem wrong It gets in the way When I wish to pray I know there is a belief in me That has been warped
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judgement

“Judgment” How cruel the word in this less than perfect world Giving allowance to all measuring by absurd standards
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an old friend

I had it under control Deep deep in my darkness Dwelled a monster purest black That made my life a mess I escaped I thought
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