~FRESH WHITE LILACS and Dreaming of Spring~

LILACS

My vision of a lilac world
is held in trust for me
by friends who'll never know
they're friends
and lovers I've held only once.

I'd let them know, but how?
I'd fit them in, but when?
No one's needs are that
of being fitted in.
Everyone demands
their full round share of time.

But oh those few
who've found the time
to fit me in-
schedule me somehow
within their crowded lives-
are remembered almost daily.
At night they all come back
every bit as real as lilac smells
on April days.

Rod McKuen

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Thank you for fitting me in...