by Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
(Modesto, CA)

I feel like a weed in the midst of Fall
I hear your voice, I seek your call
Tis the sunshine of your smile
Memories rush in for awhile.

Be it as a child or now full grown
I remember a true love blown
Was it always really real
Perhaps just the appeal.

So very out of place since that day dawn
Staring at stars, no longer very strong
Ten thousand stars shinning
It was just poor timing.

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