Poems

I hear the pitter patter of the raindrops as they fall. I see the water gathering, striking out against the wall.
I see the lighting dancing, from the corner of my eye. I hear the thunder roaring as it rolls across the sky.
I stand, frozen in my tracks, as I watch the great wall go. Releasing all of its water into the canyon far below.
The angry water rushes through the canyon with a wrath. Taking with it everything that stands within its path.
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As I lay there near the end, and my life was sinking low, A gentle voice came in and said, Son it ain't your time to go.
You've got so much to live for, and a short time to do it in. You've got someone who loves you; to give it up would be a sin.
As the lights were slowly fading and my life was sinking low, The gentle voice told me again, Son it ain't your time to go.
There's a little girl that needs you and a wife that loves you so. Son, you've got so much to live for; you've got to try, don't let it go.
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Walking to the bedroom, I saw her kneel to pray; as I got closer, this is what I heard her say.
"Dearest Mother Mary, I hope you understand, This littlest of angels, with a crayon in my hand.
It's hard to write the message, but it's etched deep in my heart. Why did my parents leave me, why did they have to part?
It seemed they were so happy, the day that I came home. Everyone would hold me, I was never left alone.
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