James Casey Poems

The Trees

As I stroll along a tree lined walk....
I marvel at the beauty that nature has brought
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The Truth

Kill it, kill it, kill that nasty fly
They cause garbage, that is why
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I'm just a lonely wanderer
On my way towards death
I love the clarity of air
Each time I take a breath
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Trouble

Sure my world was full of trouble
It's always been that way
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Wander Alone

We are sometimes called wanderers.
For across the world we roam.
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When I Die

When I die, is up to heaven where I'll go?
Or will I languish in the heat far, far, far below
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Wild Flowers

I wandered along my head in the clouds
Floating on high over hill and dale
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Yester Year

When I was young, say nine or ten
There were lots of things, we did back then
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Young Hood

Standing with hands in my pocket by Cranes luncheonette
Fumbling for the matches to light my remaining cigarette
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Old

Another year has passed
And we should be much bolder.
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