Paul J Price Poems

All along the garden edge, the pride of many years hard work,
Stood a row of bonsai trees, standing tall in tendered dirt,
each branch been sculptured carefully, each leaf is growing free,
To catch the warmth of natures sun, all place accordingly.
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Do you hear voices in the back of your day telling you to wait?
Can you feel the moving shadows swaying in your wake?
Do you beleive all living things must die a painful death?
Or is death a guarateed advertisment of peace?
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When everything you have is lost, all friends and family,
I will always stay with you, you can count on me.

If people judge and criticize, with a sole aim to offend,
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