Gordon Nye Poems

As I sit alone,
And ponder life,
I think about,
All the strife.
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It's October now,
Said a man so calm.
He was sitting down,
And rubbed his palm.
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A single ship
I drift about
Without the wind
I'm full of doubt
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I sit in my room awaiting your call.
The space is calm, quiet, and at peace.
A charge in the air, a static energy I feel.
Then I hear your voice and my smile cancels all.
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An endless sidewalk,
A city street.
The only ride,
Are tired feet.
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