She stood there long upon the shore,
waiting for him whom she adored,
and every day she only more
saw sky.
She scanned the seas for years and years
suppressing all her bitter tears,
and, fighting back her darkest fears,
she cried.
She thought she saw him, it would seem,
as in the sunlight his ship gleamed,
but then she saw 'twas but a dream,
and sighed.
When she was old, and could not stand,
he came to her there on the sand,
and taking then her wrinkled hand,
she died.
Author notes
Another random ditty I threw together in ten minutes. I need to start taking more time on my poems. 
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ah, very nicely and very deftly done piece with most excellent poignancy and saddnes! A most fine write, indeed! bravo!!
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*snifff* this is so sad! But I like it, poet. But why didn't he come before? Oh. . .
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Dan, stop with the depressing stories! XD That poor woman had to wait years for her love and then she just dies? That's so sad XD It's written nicely, but can we please go back to a happier subject?
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Dan, this is a brilliant poem, but... death as a topic before work? Sets me up for a great day
I'm just kidding. I really do like this. It's so sweetly sad, and the ending is so bittersweet, and even though I don't usually like rhyme, it works well here.
It's good to see you on again! We've missed you!
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