I started writing poetry in '95 shorty before being diagnosed with a brain tumor. I have been writing ever since.
All the things we do today
Will soon be things done yesterday
As all the burdens we now borrow
Will be but grains of sand tomorrow.
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The years go by with life and death,
The pattern never broken,
No attempt to detour fate,
No words of promise spoken.
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What things we take for granted
We see them every day;
From smiles on happy faces
To children hard at play.
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O, the tears I must have wept
From Heaven up above
The day that Jesus gave His life
And proved to us His love.
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Sitting on an icy bench
waiting for a bus
i don't know where it's going
on this chilly afternoon
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