Fair's Poetry

Oh what a privilege it is to be missed,

To look on life and bend to reminisce,

To wonder if they do the same in kind,

Beg for thine time to be rewind,

So loving eyes can be seen again,

So romantic hearts can again mend,

Oh what it is to love with every fiber,

Yelling fans and wanting but one subscriber,

To walk through life holding hands,

Owning lands,

Building structure, foundation and roof,

Loving little hands, paws and hoof,

Picketed fences of an color hue,

Picnic kisses under sunshine and blue,

And dieing loving one woman,

That Hub could be proud of me.