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The meaning of missing you.
By W.T.Armstrong.

I`m here alone, once again, my heart`s not broken, there's`s no pain.
I do not know quite what to do, but i`m not missing you.
I do not miss that two piece suit, with broach and badge that looked so cute.
Bright yellow, with that frilly lace and I don`t miss that smiling face.

No i`m not missing you at all, I won`t be coming round to call.
I do not miss your eyes so brown, or your hair curls tumbling down.
I do not miss your peachy skin, or that dimple on your chin.
I do not think of you each day, not now that your are gone away.

I do not think of you at night. I do not care what is your plight.
In fact i`m having quite a ball and I`m not missing you at all.
I do not miss the times we had, I do admit they weren't too bad.
I do not miss that girlish glance, while jokes you played at every chance.

The thing I don`t miss most of all, your arms around me when I`d call.
Your tender lips pressed close to mine, like fresh mint breeze and summer wine.
I`m sure you`l see from the above, it`s no good calling me with love.
It`s no good coming round to call, `cos I do not miss you at all.



The meaning of a fool.
By W.T.Armstrong.

Another Christmas now gone by, another day, another sigh.
The fool that let you go away, missing you the same old way.
Thinking of you once again, tears held back, no falling rain.
Can`t express the way I feel, desperation makes me reel.

Never more this fool will see, brown eyes looking back at me.
In that hazy, crazy way, that you looked at me that day.
When I loved you n you loved me, never never more to be.
Sweet and innocent, we were, so in love, what a pair.

Fifty years since first we met, loved you then, love you yet.
I can stand the constant pain, knowing that you loved again.
And that happiness you found, on the second time around.
I too found a lover true, but no one takes the place of you.

My new lover is the best, loves me more than all the rest.
I love her and she loves me, oh how happy we could be.
If I could forget the past, forget a love that did not last.
But I fear that I will die, still remembering you and I.

Goodnight my love, to bed I go, with memories of some time ago.
In my mind I have no fear, remembering when I held you near.
Sleeping brings this fool release, through the thoughts and torments, peace.
Dreaming of a different time, when I used to call you mine.

Deep inside, are locked away, all these thoughts, throughout the day.
Only in the evening gloom, do I then unlock that room.
Lying in my lonely bed, misty thoughts come to my head.
Thinking of you for a while, before sleeping, makes me smile.

I know that you will never know, how much I love and miss you so.
But I wonder, dose your heart, just like mine, fall apart.
Sometimes, do you think of me, as we were when we were free.
I guess not, you are so cool, that`s why I am such a fool.


Friends Lost Forever
By W.T.Armstrong

So now, my love, that used to be. I see you are too wise for me.
Your life is good you did it right, I struggle here all through the night.
I know with age we are beset with problem that we should forget.
And I know too that we are done, forever finished, all is gone.

We now have different lives to lead, our day is past, like fallen leaves.
That, scattered by the wind and rain, can never ever be again.
Yet hope still lingers in my heart that even though we are apart,
We might be friends, in some small way, I hope and prey to see that day.

And yet again deep down inside, where only untold thoughts reside.
I know that it can never be and I must bide alone, you see,
as I will never send to you, this poem I write form heart so true.
At least not signed in any case and you will never see the face.

That writes to you but never sends, a single word that might offend.
Well that`s enough for now I feel, get back to life, lets keep it real.
Plenty left to keep me busy, ageing mind, stupid, dizzy.
Apologies for gross mistakes, are not enough, more it takes.

But I don`t know exactly how, to make amends and fix things now.
It`s been so long, i`ve wracked my brain, for any way to ease the pain.
For you I know it`s not the same, I suffer for my selfish shame.
If only I could find a way, to be your friend,...... just for today.


The meeting and parting.
By W.T.Armstrong.

In a time so long ago, when life was well at ease.
In a land so far away, we did just what we please.
I met a girl so fair and sweet, she took my breath away
. We walked and talked and talked and walked upon that summer day.

The evening came, I held her hand and looked into her eyes.
She looked right back at me, so coy, we really were unwise.
For I was young and so was she, but still we stood so close.
Our lips found pleasure for themselves in innocent repose.

Just one kiss was all it took, I loved her from the start.
I lover her, but I dare not say, in case she broke my heart.
The years went by and we grew close, we loved each other well.
Little did I know, that soon, my life would be a hell.

I wanted this girl for my wife, I asked for her in vein.
Her mother would not hear of it, the tears now fell like rain.
No chance for me with my betrothed, no way to state my case.
For now her ties of family, would put me in my place.

I guess my love for her was stronger, than her love for me.
We simple parted, never more, to with each other be.
Myself I blame, I should have fought to keep the love I found.
Instead my heart is broken now, in pieces on the ground.

I know that she is happy now, with husband, friends and all.
I am so glad that one of us, is having quite a ball.
She will not know just how I feel and I will never say.
I have those feelings, love you still, they never go away.


The Meaning of shadows.
By W.T.Armstrong

When shadows creep across your lawn, in the evening, or at dawn,
with rising moon or setting sun and always when the day is done.
I think of you.

Throughout the day and half the night, when twilight comes and dims the light.
A fleeting image passing by, out of the corner of my eye.
I think of you.

Trying hard to write a song, about a thing that just went wrong.
Thinking, writing playing notes, using wise those human quotes.
I think of you.

Staring upwards to the stars, The Plough, The Giant, even Mars.
I see they sparkle and they shine, reminding me of eyes so fine.
I think of you.

The waves are crashing on the shore, outside my window and my door.
An endless strength they can apply, like strongest love, waves never die.
I think of you.

Misty, timeless mountain glens, undiscovered stone built pens.
Standing, waiting for the sun, burns and streams around them run.
I think of you.

My life, my dreams, the stars the streams,
the mountains high, The Plough, the sky,
I think of you.

So when the shadows cross your lawn, and thoughts come to you with the dawn,
I wonder if a place may be, within your heart and just............ maybe,
You think of me.


The meaning of a special place.
By W.T.Armstrong.

I found a place the other day, where no one else can go.
I walked along the lonely shore, the waves lapped to and fro.
A silent place , a cooling breeze, protects me from the sun.
And as I walk, I think of you, remember, we were one.

You join me now, we walk along, together hand in hand.
Towards the setting sun we go, bare feet, on the sand.
Your head rests on my shoulder now, your eyes take in the view.
No words are needed to describe, the way I feel for you.

But then your gone, I am alone, as I was all along.
Imagination taking hold, I know where I went wrong.
And so I walk alone my love, it is as it will be.
You see this place is in my head, you are not here with me.

Only in my thoughts and dreams , can we together be.
Holding on, I wait for you, but you, I can not see,
I drift along the sand swirls up as only sand can do.
A chill runs through my soul, I know my time with you is through.

But I will wait alone again, upon that special beach.
I wait for you in vein, because, I know, you`re out of reach.
However when my thoughts are strong, all is not lost, it seams.
Again we walk together, holding hands, in thoughts and dreams.


The meaning of Sarah. (Translated from the Hebrew meaning the princess)
By W.T.Armstrong.

The long blonde hair, the eyes of blue, the smiling cheerful face.
The brand new bag, and shoes to match, the walk of carefree grace.
An avid, social, friendly soul, vivacious to the end.
Just the type of girl to make an everlasting friend.

No shrinking violet on show here, no compliments to waste.
Outspoken, just as it should be, but with a touch of taste.
And now a loving wife and mum, a caring thoughtful time.
A family of her own to raise, and that is not a crime.

No wrong impression to behold, she loves her kith and kin.
Just stare into those large blue eyes and see the love within.
For now, enough of poetry, about my Daughters ways.
No doubt another will appear, in other future days.


The meaning of happiness for others.
By W.T.Armstrong

I am so glad, for you my love, that happiness you`ve found,
Your man sounds like a real nice chap, for you to be around.
I know you love him deep and true and in turn he loves you.
I wish you every happiness, I mean it through and through.

Our time has passed, I am to blame for all that did transpire.
Blame not yourself, in any part, I caused us to expire.
My stupid ways, my thoughtless acts, impossible to bare.
I blame you not at all my love, that you left me there.

The car moved off and you were gone, I stood alone again.
Your final words still ringing out and causing so much pain.
I must admit I cried that night but never did forget.
The good times that I had with you, of them ther`s no regret.

The words you said, least you forget, were that you could not stand,
another season racing bikes, in this and other lands.
These words were more than I could take, though time has proved you right.
It was a silly thing I did, I could not see my plight.

I thought it was the only way to get out of the mire.
I figured I could be someone, but yet I did retire.
Hurt and injured, crashed at speed, the same old story told.
A rider with a slow machine, really must be bold.

This poem, of course, will not be read, like others I have penned.
And here I do declare my love, for you, will never end.
No doubt my life would better be, if we had never met.
I would not then have known the love, that now, I can`t forget.

Water under bridges, dear lover of the past.
If only I had used my head and got our love to last.
This situation I would not, ......be finding myself in.
And happiness would with us be, I guess that`s not a sin.

I had you once, but now at least, those memories of you,
are here inside my heart right now, deep and strong and true.
But on I trudge my darling girl, a life of sorts I live.
I keep my council to myself, I`ve no more love to give.

I think of you each morning, and in the evening too.
When shadows creep into my room and make me feel quite blue.
I love you darling, darling girl, but you will never know.
How much you fill my very soul, because I love you so.







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