old love like a poison
brings anger, temper and bitter passion
like cancer it colours
the temper of would be friends
and burns empathy and amity
stifles conversation with
a blanket of what was and
what could have been and
who did what to whom
but old love like a flower
brings new loves bloom
and like a cell dividing
partners split find partners new
and what was old, comes again
with life and love and time enough
hope springs eternal green
bloom - september 99
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Nothing spins the time away,
like the wounded heart of a wounded man,
but pity loves its own company
and misery walks with it hand in hand
so put on a fake and weary grin,
grow some backbone and learn to laugh again
for life is yours to earn and yours to keep
and while your heart seeks the sunlight
your dreams will let you sleep
a wounded man - Sydney - January 97
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