Tom Higgins Poems

Blessed are the poor,
For they will inherit the Earth,
But not until we've taken more and more,
And got everything with any monetary worth.
...

Christmas is coming,
The rich man keeps getting fat,
Please put what you can spare
In the homeless soldier's hat.
...

Tell me how can it be true,
That I ever found one so fair as you.
How can it have come to pass,
That I came across such a beautiful lass?
...

There is a place I used to go
When I was still a child
An untamed place filled with mysteries
A place where I could run wild.
...

What kind of father can he be
Who watches his children
As they try to flee
From the carnage of the war
...

There was a young lady from Oldham
Who asked me if I'd like to hold them,
I said'if I could, forever I would,
I'll just get some plaster
...

In search of fun
He spent his youth
He found some fun
He was uncouth.
...

A friend of mine suffered tragedy
She lost the love of her life.
He was her loving husband
She will always be his wife.
...

Starbound.

Ziggy played guitar one last time
to summon the Gene Genie
...

Useless eaters,
still breathing,
and breeding,
too many
...