alan brown Poems

To be free is the aim of most men
But to be free and toil
Is the aim of the few
If the few toil
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The strong
May conker the earth
But the weak
Will always find
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I sit here all alone at night
thinking of the past.
Will my memories fade with time
or will they always last.
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THE STORY

Hi feet were large and out of shape
and he walked along with a wide gate
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Your eyes like pools of ice on a frosted pond
entered my heart and melted all within.
Sorrow was a thing of the past.
As I watched you move with an unknown grace
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The Night was warm and peaceful
as I walked along my road
The sands of time had caught up with me
As on and on I strode.
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The days were long incorporating my only will
as time immortal dragged tastelessly at my sole
Giving hope to my mind as time went by
but shortening the days of truth
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After a very long day
man will always rest his weary limbs
while women continue to work.
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THE STORY

The dream was nearly over now
I could feel the endings near
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The earth was shattered by an eerie sound
as the storms covered the land
Had man being born to bear and break his back
as he toiled the soil at hand
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