vern eaker Poems

Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start
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I see him sit at the bus stop
Still remains, as the bus leaves
Hair askew, stubble on face
Perspiration and soil stain his sleeves
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(your name here) you have captured my heart

It has been yours from the very start
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I love her but she don’t love me
She thinks she love another man
And he’s no good you understand
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The birth of a family where does it start
Your parents, their parents all play a part

Virtues instilled deep within us all form
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I know I am not the perfect man

I never even try as hard as I can
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Addicted

Addiction has various forms
Dependant on something
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A cartoon world would be nice to live in
Obstacles and problems moved with a pen
A simplistic uncontroversial place
Hatred and fear we could erase
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A question lies with in these lines
One I’ve pondered many times

Not of why I feel the fool
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