December 13, 1977
11 a.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Where can we find the love poems?anymore
I've scaled the tallest peaks of yore, And crawled till Sol had lost her rays I conquered armies by the score All I'm left with are my cliches. The moment's meditations Expand past finite time I lose recurring visions No one to solve this crime In speculative, romantic years gone by I cherished dear my inclination And now, I fear, I breathe a sigh I'm left with no infatuation. I once wrote long ago "Hey love, don't pass me by." Where does all this romance go? I wonder as I cry. I wandered through the forests vast And suffered pains of unrequite I've accomplished much in poems past Now there's no gallantry left in sight I wrote so long ago "Love, talk with me a while." I guess she's gone forever I feebly attempt a smile.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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