Jim Yerman Poems

Life is like a pendulum…rhythmically swinging to and fro…
it swings back and forth through opposing forces wherever we may go.

Nothing ever stays the same…our world is in a constant sway…
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As we visited our youngest grandson in his first year of college…a college close to the ocean…I must admit…the two of us…were filled with mixed emotions.

Our minds were happy seeing he's grown into a fine young man…more confident and stronger…while our hearts were a little more melancholy…wishing he had remained a child just a little longer.
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POEMS AND ROCKS

I believe it should be our mission while on the Earth…
to do our part to improve and to advance her….
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Our candles of love burn softly…yet our whole world they can illuminate,
but our candles of love are fragile…they can be blown out by the winds of hate.

When our candles of love are extinguished…when they surrender their last spark,
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Today we commemorate 9/11…we remember the moment our world turned grey…it's our annual reminder…of everyone and everything we lost that tragic…fateful day.

There have been 20 years of children born Sind 9/11…an entire generation not around…not around the day those lives were lost…not around the day our world came tumbling down.
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If you ask any wise one…anywhere…anytime..the meaning of life…
they'll smile…then happily exclaim:
"The meaning of life is to give meaning to life."
It's amazing how all their answers start out the same.
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I imagine when we look into our hearts…when we probe the corners of our soul…we'll find moment in our life…over which we have no control.

Moments that help shape the person we daily come to be…moments left entirely in the hands of destiny.
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Through the years of watching our children and grandchildren grow…they never left a doubt…as to those things that were important to them…and those things they never cared about.

They never cared if we were old or bald…or short or tall or fat.
They never cared about our physical flaws…(Boy, were we glad of that!)
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They didn't know each other as children…their seeds of love were later sewn…when the two of them were older…when the two them were grown.

At least that's what he thought at first…but he quickly had his doubts…for he falls in love with her child…every time she lets her child out.
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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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