HopelessA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic) A little preoccupation Do you ever think of me?
I often think of you Do you ever regret Moments missed? I often regret them too Memory is such a fickle friend And time… both friend and foe For no sooner than I’ve taken leave I start to miss you so Needy nature, Clinging vine… Faults, or virtues? Both are traits of mine I’m needy, greedy (tho’ I hope not creepy) But I can’t stop Doing what I do… So, I hope You often think of me For I often think …of you… © 2014 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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