My Wounded Heart
My wounded heart implores
Me for the people and places before
Gentle things and sincere
I still feel them oh so near
Did you remember to say thank-you
For those things they did for you
Harken back and feel it inside
Less is more for you to abide
I would like to see them again
And speak to them as family and friends
The moments then not outstanding
Now to me inside demanding.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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