Jim Yerman Poems

I wonder as we watch our bodies age and our skin begin to wrinkle
Why does our smile remain enchanting and our eyes not lose their twinkle?

Perhaps as age engulfs us all, it is a basic human endeavor
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I wonder about mistakes...for no one is immune
If you haven't made one yet...you're bound to make one soon.

But we can learn from our mistakes...it's true...you must not doubt it...
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I wonder about the smile, how moving a few muscles just a trace
Can change our whole demeanor and put a smile on our face.

And with an endless supply of smiles and nothing for us to pay
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Her quest was not an easy one...to find the meaning of success
Many people told her...It's how many things you can possess...

Then, one day, she happened on a woman, as old old as she was kind...
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As the moon smiles her last smile...and the stars fade out of sight
As the screech owl and crickets sing a vanishing good night...

The sky begins to brighten, morning doves come out to play
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There is a moment, however fleeting, when the darkness of the night
Shares its place among the heavens with the dawning of the light.

As I stand in awe...and marvel at nature's ethereal ballet
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When our TV goes to sleep we have this app that immediately awakens…it links to all our photographs…every photograph we've ever taken.

The photographs appear for a few seconds…chosen randomly from a vast array…enough to stir a memory before that memory fades away.
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I love when generations of a family come together…
how they ride happily on our shoulders…when our life is full of sunshine,
full of light and warm…
and how they hoist us onto their shoulders to help us weather any storm.
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I was once taught it was crazy (at least that's what my Psychology professor said) for a person…any person…to hear voices in their head.

I understand the lesson my psychology professor was conveying…but I also know it all depends on what those voices might be saying.
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There is no doubt Fate plays a part in our lives…from its beginning…to its end.
I'm reminded of this when I think back to a story of three friends.

Fate brought their families to the same neighborhood…where time together they would spend…each family had a daughter and the three would soon become good friends.
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