Andy Caldwell Poems

clinging tightly to an icy branch
winter's breath is a blast of death
a simple sparrow enthralls me
fighting desperately to live tonight
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through life we make choices
in what we think and believe
it shapes what we perceive
often it filters and protects us
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time is
a change in entropy
a gradual wearing down
with everything
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words come to me
when I can no longer write
as I try to sleep late at night
as my hands tremble and shake
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I have always thought of you
each separately
my angel and my wife
but you are one with me
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time is a bubble
caught up in reality
something we can navigate
but can not see
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any rose given
would only be a symbol
of the love I have for you
a sentimental message
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an old friend died last week
caused by his own hand
the whys and wherefores
I kind of understand
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Everybody dies
death is the conclusion of each and every life
it's not if and how we die but how we live our lives
and the legacies we leave
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does time accelerate
at the center of the universe
and does it stop dead still
at the universe's periphery
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