Joseph T. Renaldi Poems

Nature's overture begins with each dawn,
Leaving a covering of dew on every lawn,
A distinctive aroma in the morning air
to show the emerging beauty everywhere.
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I stroll along a desolate shore,
Leaving impressions in the sand.
Though alone, I stroll with memories
of my girl friend and holding her hand.
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Like a mighty ship in distress,
Adrift on a murky and stormy sea,
My saddened heart was overwhelmed
from the anxiety entrenched in me.
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Country lost, freedom lost.
Courage lost, much lost.
Duty lost, patriotism lost.
Fortune lost, nothing lost
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Love all, be false to none,
Love and a cough will not stall,
So love does much for the lover,
But the possession of money does all.
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It is never too late to learn.
A door may close-it will open another day.
It is never too late to mend,
Where there is a will, there is a way.
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In childhood be casual and modest.
In youth be a moderate student.
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