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Until Next Time…………….

The Last Rose of Summer (SwittersB)

 

I saw this today, provided as a form of farewell tribute for a sweet woman, Marianne Matthews, that had just passed. Included was her rendition of The Last Rose of Summer, sung in 1954. I found it touching enough to share.

‘Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o’er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love’s shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone? 

Maggies Farm


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The Small Petite Woman

A small petite woman walking in the darkness,

Passing by the lights of the city which she considers a mess.

She has left it all behind- the power, the glory,

She is tired of framing her own life’s story.

Frustrated with her acts that she so dubiously played,

She now walks alone, her hair no longer tied in a braid.

Losing the sense of this world, she wants to be who she really is,

She has said goodbye to her past with a gentle kiss.

She is just starting to accept her real self with no pain,

She is walking in the darkness with no strain.


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The River

The river seeping down the hill,

Crossing every hurdle, everything in between,

Leaving behind the pleasures of beginning,

Moving on the path where there is nothing but struggle.

It still streams down the hill, across the plateau,

To meet the end, the ultimate end,

Where it would find solace,

Where the journey would end-

The place where everything may not be good,

But this place has to be achieved anyhow,

That is the ultimate aim.

The river reaches the end, gets mixed with it,

Loses its identity,

But at the same time gets a new one that of the sea,

The vast one, a new identity.

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