James Casey (11June 1940 / Binghamton, New York)
Biography of James Casey
His box fell open and his rambling words did fall
Upon the bits of paper, were written things for all
Words that were just hidden, somewhere deep inside,
Now come to the surface, nowhere left to hide
There is a meaning for each line,
Search and you shall find it in the rhyme
Please don't rush it, don't be blind.
Read them slowly, and use your mind
He often wonders, how long his poems will last
Someday soon, he knows, death will make the box be clasped;
His words will then be trapped inside once more
Until the box falls and words are scattered on the floor
He always questions, never just rides the tide
It makes him vulnerable to things he kept inside
Forever will he write them, forever will they say
Who wrote the words that fell, from within the Box that day.
Born to a dysfunctional family in 1940 he had somewhat of a normal childhood until the age of 10 years. His parents divorced and the family was split up.
The oldest son went to live with his father, the two girls stayed with their mother and Jim was sent to an orphanage.
Jim went from one orphanage to another as they closed down and when he finished junior high school, he was placed in a foster home
He graduated high school in 1959 and immediately went into the Navy where he was a Medical Corpsman until he was honorably discharged.
He, with his wife. started ThePool Company of Binghamton in 1977 and remained there until he retired in 2003
He has seven children and 17 grandchildren.
His book, ' A Collection of Poems ' reflects his life experiences from around the age of 10 to today.
James Casey's Works:
A Collection of Poems
A Collection of Poems II
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I found a penny today, Laying on the ground.
But it's not just a penny, This little coin I've found.
Found pennies come from heaven, that's what my Grandma told me.
She said Angels toss them down. Oh, how I loved that story.
She said when an Angel misses you, They toss a penny down;
Sometimes just to cheer you up, and make a smile from a frown.