Florence P. Wordsmith Poems

the trembling of my hand
fate's string dangles
twisting my vision to one
that cannot be
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It's been four weeks since
I landed on this forsaken
island
I'm all alone here
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Walking down the street one day
I saw a little lad
The boy just danced right up to me
and said 'You are my dad! '
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I remember a time before the machines
before we were forced into slavery
ignorant of what was happening to us
we spent our hours staring at a screen
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What's the point of havin' birthdays
If there are no gifts to give
When love is spent and sorrow's earned
And you've got one less year to live
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In the night I feel it there
The darkness in my heart
It's beating gives me quite a scare
It's tearing me apart
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It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Living up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
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A tired horse climbed up the stair
Of the bar after a race
The bartender glanced at the mare
Inquired him: 'Why the long face? '
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time flows by
relentlessly like a river
you cannot reclaim those lost hours
but only move forward
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I had a fish who ran away
I had a horse who choked on hay
I had a cat who died nine times
I had a goat who couldn't climb
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