Daniel Nairn Poems

Pester me
Fester me
Making me yawn,
Wandering
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Reaching, always reaching
For some far off unknown goal,
Running, ever running
From a life I will not live.
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reaching out to the back of his mind
and pulling forth his thoughts
to be displayed and added to the overflowing
jumble of words both oral and written
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i.
Day comes in, splash of light
Pleases me, I laugh
Day goes out: dry silence.
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Every day, the striving, driving
Minutes pass, I yearn, I churn for
Life to change, to feel alive and
Not to be held fast, I spurn this
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A house is a place to live in,
Nothing more, nothing less, not at all.
A chair is a thing to fit on, sit on,
A bed to sleep in, a desk for work.
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Did you ever stop to think,
In this fading world,
That love never lasts forever
The same foreign fate takes it
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Our short time leaves me
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Alas! There goes one so old, so wise.
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Your hideous beauty tells
The story of your gift of pain;
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