Fire and Rain

James Taylor knew, didn’t he, the pain of

Thinking he’d have one more chance

To hold a hand

To say the words and hear theirs in return

To savor their embrace

Only to be denied these comforts


Oh, I always thought that I’d see them

One more time again.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

8 thoughts on “Fire and Rain”

  1. I feel your pain in those words so clearly. You could write a whole novel with this poem as a preface.
    Duke Ellington was quoted, “I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.” Sounds like you have a case of the blues, my friend.

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    1. Oh Flo, I say and cried to Fire and Rain yesterday. Not only have I lost two of my favorite people, but the guy I dated before I met David just passed away from esophageal cancer. He and I had stayed in touch and I’d become Facebook friends with his wife. Then one of David’s golf buddies died—cancer. and the father of a friend passed last week. It’s just been a hard time.

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