Dwayne Bailey Poems

I am twenty five years of age,
yet I own nothing;
Im broke and live in a dive of a motel,
yet in my heart I sing.
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Wandering through life day after day,
tossed like a ship in a mighty gail;
Trying to find a place to anchor,
So that I might finally cut sail.
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Sorrow pain, and guilt, over what I feel I've become;
Heartache which causes restless sleep, and tears that freely run.
How did I get where I am today, How did I let myself fall?
To the point I feel there is no hope, and the Lord I no longer call.
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A murderous sin to kill it is;
unborn and all alone;
Oh the visions of splender,
together we could have known.
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I look into the mirror, and what do I see,
but an ever aging old man;
Hair turning gray, skin starting to sag,
with a shakey unstable hand.
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Tonight I dreamed a dream,
I was lost in a mighty gail;
My ship was torn to pieces,
I lost both my masts and sails
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There she set in the car port,
rusted and faded with time.
Her tires bald and flat,
her engine well past its prime.
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Your' love is as sweet as sunshine,
as warm as a fire aglow;
The peace that envelopes my heart,
is as gentle as a cool breeze blows.
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Today I had to put my dog down,
old age, arthritic, and sick.
I've had him for fourteen years,
and right now I feel like a big prick.
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Coming home late,
in the middle of the night,
To a house that is dark,
void of any light;
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