I can't say I've seen his name
inscribed on some great architectural monument.
I can't say that I've ever heard anyone mention his name.
But, one day he found (met) Mary J. Moore
and on another day she
became Mrs. M. J. Scott.
"Mr. Scott"
©Ray
Waugh, Jr.
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I never read of Mr. Scott in a history book. I can't say I've seen his name
I can't say that I've ever heard anyone mention his name. But, one day he found (met) Mary J. Moore
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Toiling together ...
they made a life together.
On day Mrs. Scott lost Mr. Scott ...
but, for her life did not end, she then
could only reflect on their years together.
Young lady, young man
don't bury your head in
the Twentieth Century's sand.
"Toiling together" cares little
for the times and seasons ...
(A squirrel just knocked a pecan out of a tree ... See! He's alive.)
Does the Rose say to the "Dew Drop,"
I can't enjoy you while you're
here for (because) in a little while you will
be on your way.
Does the Dew Drop say to the rose?
"I can't be a sparkle that contrasts your
fragile-tender-delicate-uniqueness,
just because the sun will soon drive me away."
Come read to me some poem from
your heart.
Come speak to me from ...
Real love stands when
the tree is gone, much unlike the vine.
NOTE: The "Mr. and Mrs. Scott" was written while reflection on their head stone. Noticing the dates, I wondered about the impact of the dates of birth and death on their togetherness.
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