B.J. Ayers Poems

Life’s not fair,
Or so we think,
Life can change,
In one quick blink,
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The air is still, in the darkness of night,
Shadows looming from a moon that’s bright
Strange noises heard, with a sense of fright,
The heart pounds loudly, in a chest so tight,
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Standing still, with head upright,
A mother Robin, on the grass stood proud,
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I often remember, as I sit all alone,
The years that have passed.
For the time, it has flown
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The water glistened with what it found,
A magical sphere, in the horizon above,
Shining so bright, and so perfectly round,
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Remembering Memorial Day

Eight young men, special in my mind,
Special to me, special to their families,
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Do not talk to me as an old man,
Although my appearance accentuates the years,
Talk to me as a husband, father, or grandfather,
Talk to me as one who always said, You can!
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As summer vanished, along with you
I walked the path, we once shared,
Chasing dreams from years gone by,
Yet knowing now, they were just too few.
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What is living, one may ask
Is it a mind, a heart, and or, both?
Is it a task, a gift, and or both?
Is it a soul, behind a mask?
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Life with love,
Someone to care,
Someone to share
A beautiful white dove,
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