RickyLee Barber Poems

I was told long ago.
By someone wise and old.
If you toss a little stone,
big ripples will unfold.
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Grandpa green lived in a bean
his hair was black as cole.
He walked with a gimp and lazy arm
that looked stiff as a pole.
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How can I feel alone,
When so many are around.
How can I feel lost,
When sporadically I am found.
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Life is a wonderful thing,
But sometimes deals a blow.
Some will glide with little effort,
And some will actually know.
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One bush grows outside
one or two Rose will prevail
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To all he has none
to one he has lost it all
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Under my old hat
stands experience and heart
From now to the end.
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I watched the growing tree.
Young at first, straight and true.
Still I look up to see the leafless branches
unlike me steady and true.
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They sat among saints
and all cried for lasting peace
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