Jim Milks Poems

I can show it, I can hide it the choices abound
it is my head, my own little crown.
It shines in the sun and glows in the night
I could even paint it, oh what a fright.
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As I wandered through a wood I stopped to take a look
The only sound was animals at play
And off in the distance the babbling of a brook
How I longed to stay
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Beware the man the professes his virtue so loudly
Screaming it so that all can see
For he is only trying to hide his inadequacies
And makes me wonder if it is himself he is trying to convince so badly
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Standing in the corner alone with a glass of Jim Beam in his hand
His red rimed eyes searching for the answer to his lost dream
Cursing god everyday
For the taking the one he loved away
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Sheltered beneath a shady old oak tree by the shore of an ancient lake
Sitting upon a moss covered wall of stone, that is where you shall find me
The soft sound of the lake water lapping gently at the shore
The first hint of spring is in the air
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Sitting by a roaring fire
With a glass of wine and
My hearts desire
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A warm summer day
without a cloud in sight
A baby bird
Taking its first flight
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Forest of crosses
A mother softly weeping
Home of the heroes
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A ring to bind two hearts together
Offered by one accepted by another
Creates a love unlike any other
A simple thing that means so much
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Father a title that many men obtain, but few men earn
To those men that earn that title we say to you
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