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“His Children’s Tears

“His Children”s Tears” Why does he write in the loneliness of night When the markings on the paper are hidden from the light It is the voice of his soul that only he can hear, only he can feel They … Continue reading

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“The Touch”

  “The Touch” Hair is matted and dirty, his clothes are old and soiled, he smells of the street. His face mirrors a life on the street, old before his time, despair is now his life. Pride less, he begs … Continue reading

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“Love is”

“Love is”   Memories abound and my mind forms the words The ink stains the paper It flows from my pen Like the breath of my soul I write for the lonely For those who fear tomorrow For another day … Continue reading

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The 60’s

“60’s” The fifties end, the sixties begin, now in High School I’m in New books new friends, new studies, a medal I win One year of football, we tried hard to win My last two years, mostly a sin A … Continue reading

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Thank you

To the people from other countries who have visited my blog, thank you and please your comments and views are welcomed

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The 50’s

                                                                “Decades of Life”                                                                  The fifties The school day begins with a game of tag Running and chasing the joy of the game Words from home soon forgotten “Don’t get dirty or I’ll spank your bottom” The sound of the … Continue reading

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“A Special Day”

“A special day” What advice can I give? What can I say? On that glorious day What will I say? So much I’ve learned up to this day That little has changed from days gone by So, this I say, … Continue reading

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