Bill Grace Poems

In distant lands our youth are slain
At home government grid lock is the game
Wonder at who our true leaders are
Gone the great optimisms of the past
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The mother holding her child at counter height
Side steps in perfect rhythm
Reviewing thirty one ice cream flavors
Telling that sometimes the decision
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Love your life
Even if you must search to find it
Richard Bach owned an airplane
Even when he was broke.
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He did not want to die
Two vets, the loss of his back legs, the growing ulcer,
His inability to join us in the family living area,
After almost ten months of heroics
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In my soul less and less of fright
Less inclination to strike against perceived night
Learning to live beyond or better with anxiety
A collective lure of buried lights
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When something fragile is lost
You don’t know how to count the cost
You just know that it is gone
That others can not even hope to sing your song
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When the burly owner of the company
Lost his mother to cancer
He kept his vow and painted his trucks pink
I doubt it hurt business a bit
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According to the Yahoo article
Horticulture is the third most useless degree
Sphen spent his life making the school grounds beautiful
Gave my first course in aesthetics without a word
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With the urine and lightly shit stained carpets
From the front door we built a sort of run way to the grass
One day I screamed and struck across pointing ears
That was before the secret of cat food was discovered
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Staying in the Navy Lodge
There was the poster of a close up – a portion –
Of the Viet Nam War Memorial Wall
I looked for my name
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