John A. Hancock Poems

I stare into a candle's flame
A hundred memories flicker there
Only to drift away upon a puff of smoke
Like clouds floating thru the air
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A single candle illuminates a solitary figure
Whose reflection in the window stares
Back at a tormented soul dwelling
In the transparent realm of illusion
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Lying crinkled on the sidewalk
Deceased leaves crunch dryly beneath my feet
The evening frost coating these seasonal
Martyrs of October's yearly campaign of decay
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I often tend to think of you
No matter were I be
A pleasant thought upon the mind
So enthrall'd I am with thee
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I love the nippy air of fall
October's yearly kiss
Whilst leaves dyed red and gold
Stir to life my posey gift
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When I was a little boy
I had a special friend
He stay'd with me when I was sick
Until I was well again
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Autumn's beauty bides its time
Ne'er a worry nor a care
Summer can linger but won't delay
The rustic colours
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Truly do I love thee
As I hath ne'er loved before
For you mended my lonely broken heart
When'st thee knock'd upon its door
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Softly, tenderly do I kiss thy lips
Brushing aside a whisper of your silken hair
Whilst I marvel at the wonderous beauty you possess
And rejoice in the eternal love we share
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In others we faults can spy
And blame the mote that dims their eyes
Each little speck and blemish find
To our own stronger errors blind
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