L.. Pierson Poems

My daughter’s new daughter
How precious and sweet
Beautifully perfect
From her head to her feet
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Sipping his drink
As he sits on the bed
Rubbing his eyes
And scratching his head
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As I lie here awake
Alone in my bed
Thoughts of last night
Start to run through my head
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He sits drinking coffee
In his usual chair
Just within arms reach
But he’s not really there
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As you get older
You start to expand
You try not to notice
Your extending waistband
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There’s a void deep inside me
Life’s drifting away
The emptiness hurts more
With each passing day
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My life is like a hurricane
Whirling through the sky
The only peaceful time I've had
Was passing through the eye
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