James Casey Poems

Forgetter Be Forgotten?

My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
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Climb The Steep

For every hill I've had to climb
For every rock that bruised my feet
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Close To You

I love it when you look in my eyes and speak my name.
And when we embrace the pounding of my heart, I cannot contain
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The Clock Of Life

The clock of life is the time we spend
In a world of our own making
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The Last Inspection

The soldier stood and faced his God, which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass.
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The Long Wait

For now, winter has decorated
The meadow with peaceful sleep.
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A lonely Life

He stands at the window, looking out, a tear falling down his cheek
Running his finger gently down the dewy pane, his heart weeps,
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If life is a waste of time,
And time is a waste of life,
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Falling Leaves

I watch the dying leaves, fall from the tree,
And I wonder if there is more, that I can't see.
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Campfire

I sit by the fire with my own thoughts
As the flames do flicker and dance
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