We Never Met Again

I know the years have disappeared...
And all of youth is gone... And in the
house of memory... The shades of time
are drawn... And you have roamed around
the world... And I have done the same...
And we have never met again... To say each
other's name... But I have not forgotten you
... Your kiss or your caress... Or any other
part of you... That gave me happiness... I still
remember all your words... And your delight-
ful sighs... And I behold the faith and hope
... That filled your loving eyes... And you
may not believe my lips... Or ever understand
... But in my heart I wish that I ... Could
touch your gentle hand.


James J. Metcalfe



This poem is one a James J.Metcalfe fan sent to me. It was clipped from a 1950 newspaper.
It did not have a name on it
It just had Portraits by James J. Metcalfe

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