ALL TO MYSELF
 
All to myself I find the way
Back to each golden yesterday,
Faring in fancy until I stand
Clasping your ready, friendly hand;
The picture seems half true, half dream,
And I keep its color and its gleam
             ALL TO MYSELF.
 
All to myself I hum again
Fragments of some old-time refrain,
Something that comes at fancy's choice,
And I hear the cadence of your voice:
Sometimes 'tis dim, sometimes 'tis clear,
But I keep the music that I hear
            ALL TO MYSELF.
 
All to myself I hold and know
All of the days of long ago -
Wonderfu days when you and I
Owned all the sunshine in the sky:
The days come back as the old days will,
And I keep their tingle and their thrill
          ALL TO MYSELF.
 
All to myself! My friend, do you
Count all the memories softly, too?
Summer and Autumn, Winter, Spring,
The hopes we cherish, and everything?
They course my veins as a draft divine,
And I keep them wholly, soley mine - 
          ALL TO MYSELF.
 
All to myself I think of you,
Think of things we used to do,
Think of things we used to say,
Think of each happy, bygone day;
Sometimes I sigh and sometimes I smile,
But I keep each olden, golden while
          ALL TO MYSELF.
 
           Wilbur Dick Nesbit






The Woman I Am

The woman I am
Hides deep in me
Beneath the woman I seem to be.

She hides away
From the stranger's eye --
She is not known
To the passers-by.

She goes her way,
The woman I seem,
But the woman I am
Withdraws to dream!

The woman I seem
Goes carelessly --
When love goes by
Does not seem to see.

But the woman I am
Knows sudden fear...
And hides more deeply
When love draws near!

For love might look closely
Perhaps... and see
Her beneath the woman
I seem to be ! 
                 Glen Allen






If You're Ever Going To Love Me

If you're ever going to love me love me now, while I can know
All the sweet and tender feelings which from real affection flow.
Love me now, while I am living; do not wait til I am gone
And then chisel it in marble - warm love words on ice-cold stone.
If you've dear, sweet thoughts about me, why not whisper them to me?
Don't you know 'twould make me happy and glad as glad could be?
If you wait till I am sleeping, ne'er to waken here again,
There'll be walls of earth between us and I couldn't hear you then.
If you knew someone was thirsting for a drop of water sweet
Would you be so slow to bring it? Would you step with  laggard feet?
There are tender hearts all around us who are thirsting for our love;
Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above?
I won't need your kind caresses when the grass grows o'er my face;
I won't crave your love or kisses in my last low resting place.
So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit,
Let me know it while living; I can own and treasure it.
----Unknown









Back To My Home Page


Check out MY OWN Poems Also