Every phone call that comes at night,
fills my heart with fright,
who is next, who is next,
this is what life has become,
with sadness, I wait for my flight,
till then life goes on,
I keep rowing my boat,
every morning I get up,
I send a thank you note,
and try to stay upright,
every night I go to bed,
I say, if this be my last,
let me dream, let me dream,
so that when I go,
the journey be funny and bright.
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Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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I had one of those calls at night. My daddy gone. Broke my heart.
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Nice! Sometimes unbridled word flow brings out the real feelings, and may resonate with another !
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Yes my friend.
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