Gregory Huyette Poems

Finely Freckled Fawn called to Suave, Stately Swan,
“Please help me quickly. I need you to come on.
When I took a drink in the pond, what did I see?
But a poor little fawn drowning who looked just like me.”
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What I don’t have concerns me a lot.
I strive for it every day.
What I do have concerns me not.
In fact, it seems in my way.
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What could have been is mere space.
It places last in any race.

What happened is what counts.
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Anger wastes the day as bitterness throws it away.
These evils join forces to betray and decay.

A sunrise dies each time anger and rancor prevail.
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Darling daughter, when on the phone,
I usually say, 'You look cute today.'
Bet you're wondering all on your own,
'Without seeing me, there’s no way.'
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For each adult who now stands tall,
How many times a baby’s fall?
The eloquence for which we reach,
Bought by a child’s stammered speech.
So not to err is not to walk,
And no mistakes would mean no talk.
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If I knew half as much as I think I do,

There would be twice as much that I know is true.
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How many times have I said before
That I'm going to change my ways?
Then in as soon as ten minutes more,
I'm in sad theatrics of previous days.
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There are but a few things that exist
Which merit inclusion on my bucket list.
Not included are riches or power
Nor visiting the Pyramids or Eiffel Tower.
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Just looked at my watch and I'm running out of time.
Best to attend to pertinent issues and forget the five and dime.
I'm usually so busy with routine chores of the day
That what really counts I miss or feel it's just in my way.
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