Robert Green Poems

From the time they come
They give you grief
You need to get rid of some
To give you relief
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You mature in fine design
Become full bodied in time
Oh to open you like a flower
To drink you, savour
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The mist is low, drifting like smoke
As a shroud, envelopes him
Wrapped in a cloak
In his mind, he carries his sin.
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In fields of gold
You pay your dime
My soul is sold
I gave you mine
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Another Winter gone and bleak
In contrast to your skin, warm and sleek 
Spring is dawning
Leaving me lonely, another year, a warning
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Dear friend
To Me you send
Smiles
That last for miles
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Listen!
Can't  you hear them?
You don't know what your missing
A birds chirp, a Bees hum. 
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To catch sight 
Angel of such delight
Our time was short
Of this you sort. 
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Faith allows you to believe,
And is free in will and money.
Religion tells you what to believe,
And you pay in fear and money.
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Loneliness is more than a lack of people around you.
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