David Whalen Poems

Great grandchildren…
More that just a few
Grandchildren…
Got a lot of them too
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From a distance
On a hillside in Kentucky
From a distance
I heard "The Old Rugged Cross"
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Sound of gravel crunching
On a lonely country lane
Then parking neath an ol' Oak Tree
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'Look at those two
sad drunks ol' buddy'
One of these days,
that's what we could be'
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We don't (or didn't) get to have them
Long enough

We don't (or didn't)
Appreciate them enough
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I like to think that
I'm a singular person

Just not singular in any
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A sound as of a baseball bat
striking a cardboard box

Then… sudden silence
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No matter how dark
The darkness…there's always a
Sparkle of brightness
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Where faith serves
as faithful guide
And truth becomes
the path to ride
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<center>It's the nights…
It's the nights
that are the loneliest
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