James Carson Poems

One day my mother was sleepily rocking,
and combing her auburn hair.
When I asked her what was so comfortable
about a rocking chair.
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When I was just a little boy,
maybe four or three.
I had a friend, I think he was
his name was Somebody.
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I gaze into the future and wonder day by day,
the living in the future exactly what will they say.

About the world in our day, with all the suffering and hate,
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On day I was praying, 'dear Lord forgive me.
I sin everyday but I try to follow the way.

Then I heard the Master say, 'I am the Truth, the Light and the way'.
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