Glenn Ford Poems

Dad! When I was in school the teacher showed me a picture of a tree
I've never seen one of those before, tall and handsome and brown and green you see
Do you remember seeing a tree when you were young? My teacher says there were many
She says that they grew all over the world but now days there aren't any
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What is a flower? With it's puny petals and stem
Just a cultivated weed to be crushed under foot
It is not exactly a precious shiny gem
Its just flora, not even worth a second look
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Dear George of united a magician on the ball
Ball skills, balance, power, George you had them all
You struck fear in defenders hearts when dribbling down the wing
You would take the ball, score a goal and make the whole crowd sing.
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Marbles in the school yard, kiss chase and skinned knees
Carefree times of running and shouting crying and pouting
Best friends and bullies and climbing large trees
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All days are the same
Today could be tomorrow
I feel so ashamed
Full of regret, misery and sorrow
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Hello friend remember me I'm the voice of wisdom reason and calm
I'm the one you listened to, to prevent you from coming to harm.
I'm the one that stood over you potecting you from your foes
I'm the one that listened to you when you told me of your woes
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If only we picked pens and not guns when affronted
If only we used words and not fist when confronted
If only we spoke and not yelled when frustrated
If only we stayed clam and not enraged when berated.
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And the wheel rolled on
Down and down picking up speed gathering no moss
Sweeping aside all standing in the way
Leaving deep ruts in its wake, all men at a loss
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With these eyes I have seen the world and all of natures spendour
The ins and outs of everyday life and fools of either gender
Witnessed courage bourn from fear, and truth told in defiance
And acts of wickedness mean of thought and followers of blind compliance
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The rain came today without warning, it soaked me through to the bone
Like the message I received about you and me left on the answer phone
The sky is grey in this month of May and the sun will not shine anymore
I am alone in this dreary old home, loveless and all on my own.
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