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I’ll come down to the river
You won’t have to wait too long
I’ll bring the sandwiches and coffee
I’ll be there just before dawn.

Don’t forget to bring your jacket
It might be cold that time of day
The sun will just be coming up
The sky will still be grey.

We’ll head down to the inlet
They’ll be bigger boats out there
We’ll stay within the channel
The weather should be fair.

By noon the sun will be out
The current won’t be strong
We’ll head out to the point
It won’t take us very long.

A day out on the river
There is no better place.
The ripples in the water
Feel the breeze upon your face.

The file  is too  big!
The file is too small!
I can’t get it right
Am I doomed, after all?

I can’t understand
The instructions they  list
I’m not giving up
I will try and persist.

The size of the pages
The appearance, the cover
One file won’t fit
So I try,  yet another.

The time passes by
I wait patiently
Wondering what’s wrong
What the hell’s wrong with me?

So many are published
They’ve  already moved on|
I wait for the proof
What else can go wrong?

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Bewildered, misguided
Confused and ignored
Can’t find my way out
Just can’t find the door.

Trapped by emotions
Insecure and unsure
I can’t find the potion
I can’t find the cure.

Walking in circles
Out of my mind
Can’t see what’s ahead
I’ve run out of time.

Two steps taken forward
Three steps taken back
Guess my days are numbered
The deck had been stacked.

Thought I’d get somewhere
That I would go far
But, I’ve come back around
Right back where you are.

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Disheartened, disillusioned
Devastated  and forlorn
Plagued with pain and torment
Consumed with hurt and scorn.

The memories are haunting
No way I can erase
The sound of your voice
The recollection of your face.

Drowning out the memories
Unworthy of remembrance.
No escape from my mistakes
A day to day encumbrance.

Forgotten and dismissed
The smallest grain of sand
Insignificant, inconsequential
Just a small part of your plan.

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They closed down the local bookstore
Packed up and moved away
I loved buying and perusing books
Having coffee in their cafe.

The quiet of the bookstore
The bonding and comraderie
Meeting friends for a cup of coffee
How I loved the company.

Books read “on line” … just aren’t the same
I want to hold them in my hand
Check out the pages one by one
Is this so hard to understand?

Always looking for that special book
The one unlike no other
I look through all the interesting ones
Checking them out from cover to cover.

Who wants to read an ebook?
Can’t touch the pages on a screen
Everything is automated
Like nothing I’ve ever seen.

Farewell old friends on bookshelves
Hope those  jackets keep you warm
I will miss our time together
Your  quaint appeal, your musty charm.

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Every single afternoon
Seven days a week
I make my way to the local cafe
Located down the street.

I watch the other patrons
Some come in and sit alone
They open up their laptops
Or text and tweet on phones.

I order a cup of coffee
Extra sweet and extra light
I wonder what they like to do
How they spend their days and nights.

Some seem in a quite a hurry
They are anxious and uptight
They don’t seem to be enlightened
They are often impolite.

They neglect to fill the tip jar
They take their order and walk away
The barista usually calls out to them
“Hope you have a better day”.

Some people lack good karma
They are angry most of the time
They seem overwhelmed and miserable
Guess they have a lot on their minds.

I find it quite relaxing
Spending time at the cafe
Sometimes it’s entertaining
It’s the highlight of my day.

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A respite from the madness
A break,  a short reprieve
Can’t you see what’s happening?
A refrain is what we need.

Can’t take the stress and pressure
I’m not blaming this on you
But, can’t you show some mercy
For the pain we’re going through?

The lying and deception
The persistent thoughtlessness
We need to come together
To fill the emptiness.

Greed and selfish motives
Are tearing us apart
A lack of trust and honesty
Can’t mend a broken heart.

Tired of the excuses
Comments harsh and often crude
We have to try and find a way
There are things we  need to do.

We have to find the courage
Through the sadness and the  tears.
Find the strength within our hearts
To cast aside our hopeless fears.

Let’s try to come together
Let’s try to see this through
One last time, one last thing
We both need to do.

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He stared at me from across the room
I wondered what he might do
If I got up from the table
Maybe then he’d make a move.

He looked somewhat professional
In his khakis and white shirt
He’d been there  sitting all alone
Guess he took time off from work.

I got up and pushed my chair in
Walked toward the register
Asked for another cup of coffee
I didn’t seem him there,  at first.

He now stood right behind me
I felt his presence  close to me
It was then I heard him mutter
“I prefer a cup of tea”.

He asked me for my number
I didn’t even blink
I didn’t hesitate
Or take the time to think.

He now seemed in quite  a hurry
Got his tea to go
I wondered if he’d call me
I had no way to know.

Two days later we met for coffee
At the same cafe nearby
I was taken with his charm
And the  sad look in  his eyes.

He was handsome in a boyish way
His hair brushed to the side
He had dark hair and a stubble
He spent a lot of time outside.

He owned a boat down at the harbor
Asked me to meet him there
I brought some sandwiches and tea
The sun was out, the weather fair.

We sailed his boat for hours
We dropped anchor near the shore
He told me he worked at the college
He’d been married once before.

His wife died quite awhile ago
They were together for six years
He’d been on his own since then
He lived on his boat, down at the pier.

We dated for about a year
I felt  loved and I was  sure
He was  the one I’d been waiting for
I felt  safe and so secure.

A chance meeting in the cafe
A look from across the room
Changed my life forever
Glad we  met that afternoon.

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