Ryan McCarthy Poems

A man sits down in a park
Taking a break from his toil
Listening to the sounds of the lark
Lacing his hands in the soil
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The whispering winds follow you around
Help you, guide you, without making a sound
Show you what is right, what is wrong
Deter you from the siren's song
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From Father Time's seed and Mother Nature's womb
The creation of life did bloom
As youth our mother we befriend
In adolescence man transcends
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If life is a poor beggar
Do you give him nothing or show him love?
If life is a piece of clay
Do you make a lion or make a dove?
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The light! The Light! Is fading fast!
As I'm filled with memories of my past
My wife's blue eyes
My baby's soft sighs
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