A BROKEN HEARTED STREAM… a poem

As I lay here drowning in my sorrows

And I wonder why my dreams did not come true

I reflect upon my yesterdays – not tomorrows

Because the greatest gift I had in life – was you

Oh, the cliff that I was on was so much higher

So much higher than I had ever dreamed

And this fall from grace has shattered me to pieces

Now I lie here in a broken hearted stream

gray concrete mini bridge during daytime

DADDY… a poem

Daddy was the strong one

I had never seen him cry

When grandpa passed away

He came and wiped my eye

And grandma wasn’t far behind

She loved my grandpa so

He wiped away more tears that day

From me – but not his own

That was so very long ago

Now, with children by my side

My mamma passed away today

And daddy broke down and cried

Humanity… a poem

 
Little old Fiddlebrock Simpsonstien
Wondered the streets alone
He was a simple and quiet old man
His features like toppling stone
No one could understand him
When words did escape his lips
While some would laugh and tilt their heads
Others laid hands on hips
With head hung low like the setting sun
Fiddlebrock heads for home
An appliance box with newspaper floor
Keeps him warm from the fresh falling snow
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