Leo Jones,Jr Poems

When ee'r sorrow grips my heart
Like vultures at a feast!
And grief gnaws at my entrails
Like a rabid, hyena beast!
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I have sailed the North Atlantic
A cold and lonely place.
Had a beard of ice
Form upon my face.
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A beggar stands resolute
On a busy through-fare.
Once proud countenance
Ravaged by time and circumstance!
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Life, just a golden stream,
Doth intertwine reality and dream.
Sunshine dance, 'Joie De Vivre'
The proud strut of chanticleer!
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