Franklin Spriggs Poems

Not really wanted as a child,
Yet into this world I came,
Not to be a bundle of joy,
Just someone to give a name.
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Down this highway that we call life,
Of all it's heartaches, toils and strife,
It's hard for the saints to keep pressing through,
But always remember, God has not forgotten you.
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As I set with pen in hand,
I stop to consider why,
Forgive me this day, oh Lord I pray,
For bringing a tear to your eye.
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The days of wine and roses,
So happily they seem,
Of youthful days and red bouquets,
And faces full of glee.
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Sitting around the house one day,
I stopped to consider this,
Why am I upon this earth,
If it's Heaven that I miss?
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As I sit to consider,
The events of my life,
Through many toils and heartaches,
Much bitterness, anger, and strife.
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I was sitting around the house one day,
This thought came into my mind,
Why am I always by myself,
And a wife I cannot find.
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America, America,
How I love you so,
We are richly blessed from up above,
Where all good blessings flow.
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A great mystery in life,
I guess I'll never understand,
How do you put a child,
In the body of a man?
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I like teddy bears,
So tender and so warm,
The come in many sizes,
Many colors, shapes, and forms.
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