Mary Champion Poems

Once it was simple -
tough but simple -
when disease came we lived with it
or we died of it.
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EITHER WAY - MOST OF US LOSE.

We were born rich and deserve to be top of the pile.
We were born poor; making do with the dregs
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Poetry once belonged to the people,
preserved in the people's tongue.
The perfect way to help them remember
the legends of how they'd begun.
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My head lost in the clouds, I drift through life.
My dreams, meanwhile have flown, for they are free,
like soaring, wheeling birds, they've taken wing,
if only I could join my fantasies.
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Love at first sight?
Or was it fourth?
Can't remember now.
Whichever,
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Friendship counts for nothing, when love walks through the door.
No matter how it tortures us, we always want it more.
It sets our lives in turmoil and may well break our heart,
But friendship counts for nothing, till our dreams all fall apart.
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An old pope passed -
where to is not yet certain.
But he will be subscribed to the right creed -
Infallibly!
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Hopeless darkness! and I make no headway.
My burden is too much for me to bear,
yet I cannot discard it unaided.
There are times when they reach out towards me -
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A faint memory stirred
as I awoke that morning.
I could see her face -
hear her screams.
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I dream a strange dream -
I am about my daily routine
when I meet Tomorrow
searching for Today.
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