Graham Jones Poems

I feel I am a small grey mouse
Upon the forest floor
I thread my way from here and there
In search of something more
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Another dawn, another day
And so I cope as best they say
To try and find that zest for life
Now filled with turmoil, confusion, strife
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Children in the playground
Children in the park
Never leave a child alone
To wander in the dark
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An angel of grace
With beauty to spare
Eyes of pure amber
And velvet soft hair
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I walk this concrete jungle
On pavements, paved and cracked
So many also passed this way
leaving hidden unseen tracks
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Forever amber is my shrine
Sealed in sap for endless time
Washed ashore by tide and seas
Ornaments for you and me
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I feel a calm descending
As my soul prepares to rise
I feel the light within me
As I open up my eyes
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Take the living, take the dead
Take the homeless filled with dread
It makes no difference young or old
In need of shelter from the cold
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Caticus Cat was fatter then that
A moggy from old london town
Though surrounded by clutter
He'd stroll through the gutter
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Let them go, let them be
Let them savour something free
Time to run, sense the turn
No more tears or hearts to burn
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