Shaun Cronick Poems

I came to this city filled with self pity,
For my friends were all far away.
I sought Sunday school run by the Golden Rule,
For some filled my heart with dismay.
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This chair in which I sit in,
This chair so soft and square.
This chair in which I dream in,
It takes me places anywhere.
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An electric chair and a dynamo,
This room so cold so full of woe.

They strap me in for this horror show,
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Poets live by the vendetta.
If they hate someone,
It's to the death.
If they love someone,
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A Dead Soldier's Poem.

Sir,
Very humbly yet very proudly,
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Once upon a time....
Through-out the many,
Kingdoms of this earth.
Children in their bedrooms,
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An element of danger,
That's not for the meek.
Living for the moment,
Is all I seek....
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Lullaby of lullabies,
Played softly for you.
Now that you're tired,
And so sleepy too.
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Here lies Shaun Cronick...
One of the finest poets who ever died.
He died quite unexpectantly,
At the age of only 156.
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Of all the Christmas customs,
That I've known and loved for years.
The one of sending Christmas cards,
Is the one that really cheers.
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