Charles Hancock Poems
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On that pleasant spring morning,
when the birds are out and performing
and the sun's rays are warming
On that sultry summer night
after the thunderstorm yielded its might
and the moon is revealing a little light
On that crisp autumn day
when you have time to whittle away
and the leaves are an intense color buffet
On that raw winter twilight
when the sun is inching out of sight
and you're ready to call it a night
I wandered aimlessly up and down my street of broken dreams
How did my life turn out this way? It’s all wrong, or so it seems
Grand illusions were crushed, ripped apart, tattered, and torn
A heart, once full of vim and vigor, now all tired out and worn
Must I run the gauntlet ‘tween hellish heartache and perpetual pain?
Will this be my epitaph? Do I need to “cowboy up” like John Wayne?
Dare I take yet another chance at love? Do you think I really should?
Do I feel lucky? Could I b