richard reichwein Poems

God has a way to pick out the one
That leaves this world when there job is done
He has grafted us together and gives us many task
But we sometime don’t listen and hide under a mask
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I am laying in a bed because of my sickness
Listening to the children playing for they have no weakness
So I want to fall asleep so I can start to dream
How I am running in a field and just jump across the small stream
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As a boy I would hide under the Christmas tree
Hoping that Santa would come and get me
For the trouble in the house was at the point
That the pain was through every one of my joints
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