ERNEST CLARY Poems

I remember when I had only one
over the years
as bedtime nears
those days are gone
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I collect depression glass
the cobalt blue kind
it has a lot of class
I buy all I can find
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If I were you
and you were me
your eyes I would look through
and mine I would see
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I cry and cry for my little bird
iI am speechless without word
I try to hide my feelings so sad
though it hurts me all so bad
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I walked with him before
I knocked
he opened the door
though secrets he did not reveal
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At the end of day
with my bride to be
watching birds at play
walking by the sea
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I, m suffering from cabin fever
once a myth
now I, m a beleiver
I, m sitting here bored as can be
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Look at the grove
just land and trees
things nature wove
stirring, birds and bee's
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When the sun goes down
another day gone
my little town
the lights come on
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I remember back in the day of bliss
all we did was lay and kiss
we had no food on table nor shelf
we just survived on love its self
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