Steven Rodgers Poems

It hides, it sneaks, it creeps.
Absconded from my grasp,
And always sleeps.
A broken clasp,
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If fair the eyes then fair the heart,
And fair is fine and well to start,
But fair alone will not be fare,
To wear away this waning year,
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Hope,
Upon the wings of young angels borne,
Floating in the prized eye,
From the land of sacred father scorned,
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Just rest my dear,
Let all your woes,
And worries go,
Settle on a finer thought,
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The gilded seat on high,
With decor of satin love,
Dressed, glorifies the dream,
Upon the tender breast,
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Forboded call,
Not always though,
Oft the yearning,
Seperate from the soul,
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They say youth is wasted on the young,
I say wisdom on the old,
They say courage is wasted on the weak,
I think strength is on the bold,
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Keep your chin up son,
This is how life works,
The sour part of life,
Makes sweeter all the perks,
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It does not do to dwell on dreams,
The fancy of a whim,
The fish will ne'er take to the skies,
Though you should see him!
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It's four, four in the morning,
Three from seven so far,
Two thoughts challenge my scorning,
One brilliant falling star. 
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