Jim Milks Poems

Lost on the highway
Coldness loneliness surrounds
Mans Desperation
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Over there in the dark and dreary alley
Where no one ever goes, a flower grows.
Pushing up through a crack, pushing with all its might
Striving upward to reach the light
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Empty wind swept streets
Sand is dancing in the air
Man's isolation
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Middle age is now upon me
My hair is grey and it is hard to see
How my mind wanders so
And I have this nagging feeling that I have to go
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The sun shines on the frozen ground
And on the adults bundled tight against the cold
Sparkling like diamonds causally tossed around
The children so fast, so brave so bold
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In the land where the eagle flies over the dollar bill
Way back when the liberty tree was new
In a town by the sea
lived a man named Hickory Phil
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A town dies in so many small ways
Over months and years, not merely days
It fades away bit by bit
With all the evil that good men permit
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Snow falling on a quiet winter day blanketing the world in a wondrous display
A dark river meanders through a field of white
The silence broken by the soft clop-clop of a horse drawn sleigh
It is Christmas in New England and everything is all right
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On the corner stands a young man
That loved a girl named Diane
His love was misplaced
For she was rather chaste
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Bending with the wind
Indecision a flowing stream
Usual politics
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