Dorothy Saunders

Long Beach, California, USA


My Friend

Don't walk away from me
We've shared our lives
For years together
We've shared our pain
Our grief, our misery
Don't walk away from me
We've shared our good times
And our bad
I've been there for you
And you for me
Come back my friend
To me

Weep For Me

Weep for me, my love,
I must go on.
For you are gone,
For you there is no tomorrow.
I've cried my tears,
And must go on,
For me, my love,
There is tomorrow,
It's hard to face,
So much alone am I,
For time goes slowly by,
I've cried my tears
For he is gone,
For him,
There was no tomorrow,
I must go on,
For me
There is tomorrow,
What must I face
I tell myself,
For I must go on,
For me there is tomorrow...
Goodbye, my love.

70

I'm old you see
That's what they tell me
I don't cook anymore
They say I've forgotten how?
I don't clean or do dishes anymore
They say I can't see.
And yet I paint, I draw,
I sew, and work, and
write poetry
And I can't see
I'm 70.
But now you see
I have time to do the
things, like paint and
write, and draw
So it's really
Nice to be,
70.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Dorothy Saunders. All rights reserved.