Biography of CHARLES BAILEY
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CHARLES BAILEY Poems
My life was spent in many ways Loving at night, dreading the days From a child in school to an old man Love slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.
Gentle As A Tall, Tall Tree
Way up high in the tall tall trees The wind rushes by like a gentle breeze. Way up from everyone, from all the laughter and all the fun
He: What are you thinking of my dear? She: If a child could live without fear
Angel In My Dream
An Angel came to me In a dream, when I Was a child. I thought I would
Thoughts Of An Unborn Child
I am your child speaking from the womb If you cannot hear my cries now You will hear them from my tomb. Not a tomb like you will have one day,
My Uncle Bill
He's seen and done most everythig a man can see or do He kissed his wife and said goodbye and fought a war or two. He sailed the sea's and walked the land with a rifle in his grip A hint of liquor on his breath and her kiss upon his lips.
The Lost Key
I lost the key to my heart But I did not care. I never planned to use it again, I had left my heart, somewhere.
Sunshine And Butterflies
The winter wind is restless tonight It is looking for something it cannot find. My heart is moving with the wind Searching for someone I wish were mine
I left home when I was only thirteen The farm life I thought was not for me I've returned, I stand here looking in the window Hopeing that the darkness will hide me.
Reflections Of Taylor
A young girl looks in her mirror As she wonders what life will bring She brushes her hair and checks her skin And applies some cleansing cream
In Love As A Child
Haze, smoke and fog Drifts across my dreams I walk in a sunless sky Or so it seems
My mind is at peace when I am with you Within your arms, my spirit is renewed Holding you close and feeling your breath Upon my face, gives my soul rest
My life was spent in many ways
Loving at night, dreading the days
From a child in school to an old man
Love slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.
They say your first love is the one that lasts
My first love is lost in the past
My second love faired no better
She was cold and fickle like the changing weather