Paula Glynn Poems

I work harder than you know,
Because I have inner strength and see things through,
And I am brimming over with confidence,
Never giving up or giving in,
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Fingers crossed, I say, as I knock on wood,
And a black cat means my lucky day,
For I am superstitious in a lucky way,
I always look for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
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The heavens open as tears fall from the sky,
Tears from an anguished god that cries when he sees lonely pain,
And the sun hides behind the clouds, waiting to show itself,
As teardrops soak my palm, for I wish for no regrets,
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I try hard: harder than the rest,
But people are just not impressed,
I can't be a rock star,
I can't drive a car,
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Many moons ago, England had its myths,
Stories of fairies, leprechauns and unicorns,
Who lived in a mythological land,
Where mystery and magic still stand,
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I breathe in your smoke, coughing and choking as I do,
For your habit is typically you,
And I had been a fool,
For I thought it had been love at first sight,
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I wish everyday was a holiday,
Where I could wake up to the bright morning sun,
Without worrying about the stress of the day,
Or the problems I have to face,
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No heart was ever too good for Casanova,
No heart too true,
No heart could ever see a shadow,
Until the light was out of view.
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I am sweet and look good, too,
I am just me, wild and free,
And never feel that famous blue,
I dance to music at night,
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I love his work, for he has a passion for painting,
His paintings are vibrant and sunny,
But also sometimes dark and brooding,
He paints and paints canvas after canvas,
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