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The wounds his death inflicted

Were opened up today

The blood ran freely once again

As I watched the child at play

The scars I thought were fading were livid once again

The memories came flooding back

To drown my heart in pain

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Oh how I long to hold him

To kiss his little brow

So much I never told him

Too late to tell him now

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Wounds will heal, scars will fade

Pain will disappear

With time,the mighty healer

Working year by year

Till someday watching children play

Will no longer bring a tear

Just a smile of fond remembrance

For the child I loved so dear

WHO'S FREE, YOU OR ME

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When you look at me

I wish you'd see

Not the twisted trunk of a withered tree

But an active mind that wanders free

Free of the chains that imprison me

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I dance with beauties dark and fair

I conquer mountains because they're there

I witness joys beyond compare

While my body waits in a wheelchair

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You do not mean to be unkind

If you'd stop and chat then you would find

My body's crippled but not my mind

And I'm thankful they are not entwined

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My world is filled with wondrous things

For I know not what tomorrow brings

I may find a grove of fairy rings

Or float away on angels wings�

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DECISIONS, DECISIONS

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What will I be when I grow up?

I can't make up my mind

I have so many options

I think I'll take my time

And try my hand at a bit of this

Perhaps a lot of that!

I could instruct some classes

In "The Fear of getting Fat"

I could be a politician

But I'm overqualified

I've lived with all the issues

From poverty to suicide

Perhaps I'll just be happy

To find I'm still alive

Oh well, not to worry

I'm only sixty five

The Answer

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Is there sunshine above the darkened clouds?

Does the arid earth hide streams below?

Are there pleasant dreams in endless sleep?

Soon I will know

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