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Lonely hearts creek


In the hours that tick by down lonely hearts creek,

There's no time to smile, and less time to sleep,

Yet all night to wonder, and all day to think,

Of the love that once was now gone in a wink.


You can feel the dilemma, and touch the remorse,

A palpable strain on the mind and the heart,

A violin concerto in ‘no going back,’

A fool and a memory, love lost in a flash.


The silence is deafening, the sorrow complete,

A river of tears runs down lonely hearts creek,

Where there's time to consider, and time to regret,

And time never-endong for a fool to reflect.


© Joseph G Dawson