Joseph Anderson Poems

The time shall come for you, for all
When we shall take our final rest,
And we should face that final call,
If we lived our lives, as blest.
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No longer weep for me, when I lie dead
And thou hast heard the solemn, tolling bell,
Give credence to the fact that I have fled
An unkind world, wherein I once did dwell.
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Today my melancholy
Walks hand in hand with gloom.
The face of my tomorrow
Reflects impending doom.
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If death shall be an endless sleep
where all pressures, dreams shall cease,
one would never have a need to weep
lying in eternal peace.
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Where are the poets of my youth,
Who knew the power of rhyme?
They opened doors to life for me,
Enchanted with their imagery
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My fellow man, let me address
A confused world in deep distress;
'Tis rife with greed, graft, fear and hate,
As sinners search for Heavens gate.
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Try it, you may like it.

Last night I sold my motorhome,
Today, the tear drops flowed;
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My muse just up and left me,
Didn't even say goodbye;
I sit amid'st my darkness,
Devoid of tears to cry.
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Will thou love me come the'morrow
As you did in yesteryear,
For my heart is full of sorrow;
Tell me, tell me, my sweet dear.
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Ofttimes when in a dark despair,
With troubles on my mind,
I amble to my fishing hole
Bait hook and drop a line.
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