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Time Will Come

Morning’s meant for mourning.

Day’s meant for life.

Evening’s time for rest,

ending the days strife.

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Morning is time to ponder.

Day is time to do.

Night’s for reflection,

when no one’s watching you.

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Mornings are the start.

They make the day brand new.

Good or bad, darkness comes,

another chance for moons of blue.

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Only Love Can

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Love’s just a word we love to use

It’s the poets’ favorite muse

Sprinkles of confetti on pages everywhere

Words parting lips to blow in the air

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Yet only love can mend a heart

When suddenly it’s torn apart

And only love can mend a mind

When it’s not treated kind

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In our world all are human

Sharing forever whether man or woman

And thus to bond as a clan

As only love can, only love can

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One Way Ticket

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The world and I on a different plane

Though destinations are the same

Ticket bought for the morning light

Wasting time till the evening flight

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Runaways, both it and I

Grading shades of clear blue sky

Rocks may roll, some may fly

Most just buried when they die

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Scoops will make forever night

Landing time’s now in sight

Running late, none’s to blame

The world and I on a different plane

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Adrift

There’s no safe harbors left for me

Though bonds broken, never free

I know not where my path will lead

I know not what I’ve left to bleed

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I’ve wandered long to quench the greed

Never to find what I truly need

Till beckoned by the endless sea

Aimlessly adrift time calls to me

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Twists and Turns

Reviewing the past

observing the present

Thinking of how

the time is bent

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Planning moments

as decades pass

From endless days

to rushing for gas

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Fill the tank

rent some time

Seconds count

for years of crime

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Millennia passed

before the wheel

Now our dreams

are virtually real

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Tomorrows will come

as yesterday’s fade

Compressing our futures

with the bends we’ve made

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Rolling Coaster

Some days I feel big, some quite small

Some days I feel like nothing at all

Some days high and some are low

Some days I don’t know where to go

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Some days I go left to find it’s not right

Or think I’m right and circle all night

This ride I’m on just won’t quit

Strapped in a chair, obedient I’ll sit

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When spinning fast I’m often amused

Till winding down and feeling used

Atop the wheel, enjoying the view

Seeing all when they can’t see you

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Spectators surround everywhere I see

The invisible clown is how they see me

Then a dash for the gate – almost there!

Anxious for home, strapped safe in my chair

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