Eric Ericson Poems

I know the endless ball of wool…
the gentle hand that formed each stitch…
the tender love that that made it grow,
and…how a shirt can't stop the itch.
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The teddy bear is stained and worn
its face pushed oddly flat.
I pause to wonder when I'm old
if I will look like that.
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The heart of man will faint in fear
where the earth in bondage lies
in agony he sheds a tear
'Have mercy on us God' he cries
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The habit of my life is such…
I do not have the time for much
of this and that - unless I clutch
the unsuspecting moment.
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Eye of newt and wing of bat,
a little bit of this and that,
some cake, a clock with broke alarm,
the insect crawling on my arm,
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A smile can hide a broken heart
and laughter covers tears.
A thick skin hides a soft inside
and confidence hides fears.
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Light sneaks up,
like a clever word.
It's meaning not quite clear at first.
‘Till suddenly it leaps from behind.
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Why is it radio stations play
the same songs each and every day,
and things that are nice now and then
drone on and on ad nausium?
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