Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Be not afraid
As you climb the hill
Look back behind you
Take in your fill
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Did you ever wonder
About your very last day?
How would you spend it?
What would you say?
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Hot summer sun
Crab cakes on a bun
A cooling breeze
To put you at ease
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Rode by houses
I lived in in the day
Now boarded-up relics
wood rot and decay
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You spend your life
Being nourished and loved.
From those special people
The ones, God sent from above.
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If I could capture
A few of those times.
When fun was had,
And the sun always shined.
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Flat on my back
All sick and blue
Long cold days of winter
With nothing to do
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A frail old man
Sat in the corner alone
A quiet poet
Waiting to go home
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The shadows come
The shadows go
Usually when I'm weak
Or feeling really low
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Mind's busy
Things to do
Worried about the order
Looked up, saw you.
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Sometimes when I sit
In my comfortable chair
I think of the world
And the unrest that's there
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Born in a place
that no longer exists.
Life's been a blur,
a long lonely trip.
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Warm Rays of sun...Shinning
Through the venetian blinds
Lazy Sunday afternoon
Nothing to find
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Where lies the sleeping man?
The one gone to war and back again.
Back in dreams so vivid and real.
Of faces floating free and clear.
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Shootings in the day
Shootings at night
Welcome to Baltimore
Be careful with your life
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Homicide's keep coming
Quick as one, two, three
Thug's were given the city
Cops had to take a knee
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The schools are failing
City schools are a mess
No more cursive writing
No more being the best
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A poem is no good
left in a book with closed pages
it needs to be circulated
shared down through the ages
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Know how it feels
To be alone
To suffer in silence
In a chaotic home
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Bad people around
everywhere you go
pulling you down
letting you know
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