Graham Jones Poems

Life spreads out before us
Like some undeciphered code
Awaiting a direction
To send us down the road
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If nature had been kinder
And granted unto me
A stronger sense of confidence
Or a better memory
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Locked and lost in past events
That drag me through the mire
most of which make little sense
To quench the inner fire
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Still waters run deep or so they say
A life that wanders day by day
To seek a form to give direction
A past now gone beyond correction
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By candle light and ticking clocks
The moon shines down
On the small red fox
As he picks his way
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Only the lonely in truth yet to find
Will take up a lover to get peace of mind
The want to be needed, loved and desired
To feel the blood rushing, like a gun thats been fired
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Old snapshots in broken drawers
Through lack of light now show their flaws
Wrinkled and faded, a reflection of truth
A testament to the pssing of youth
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Dreams are the imagination of the soul
If combined with reality
Would yours become whole?
But if a dream is just a dream
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In faraway places in foreign lands
Starving children hold up there hands
Some are pleading, some in prayer
Seeking something that is'nt there
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So full of love this child of mine
Through memory to present time
Brings to me that which was lost
A pain as sharp as winters frost
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