The greatest poetry doesn't rhyme
It has no scheme
But it has a theme
Of love
And/or loss
The women of my life who I didn't have the
Time
Love
Patience
For would take satisfaction in knowing how I feel now
How I regret
How I reflect
How I am dying
Yet how I am thankful for every effort put forth
For the gift of their thoughts is more than I ever deserved
But now that I am content with who I am
I feel I may never get such an honest opportunity to make the connection
Thank you
Stacys
Sarahs
Jessicas
Tara
Emily
Michelle
Jenn
Katie
Danielle
Erika
Erica
Stacey
Amanda
...And especially those whose names escape me
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