Ever see dry tears of the elderly?
Dry because she is starving
As the infant teases her buds
Fingers to the mouth cease
Happiness is helping to the last
Not having much sharing till gone
Two lives standing in hope cheer
Another day stands the pressure
I weep a lot because I've seen heaven
But it wasn't my time to stay above
Jesus planted himself within me
I weep a lot for the truth not in pride
The ride
Living the hurt of another
The sights
Knowing pureness of pain
The heartless
Selective about the now
Its past ankle deep
The ride
The homeless a turtle shell
Fifty years stuffed in plastic bags
A few dollars would have cured
How a tiny hand holds so little
Joy is the smile of a child feeling safe
From meat to apple pie fills their plate
New clothing and a permanate roof
A fresh sunrise and a song to be sung
The ride
Walking the shoes of another
The sounds
Feeling the tears of daddy gone
The faithless
Does God really exist
Our present mirror
The ride
I weep a lot
For you
For me
And for those
I weep a lot
I weep a lot
For earth
For sky
Like Jesus did
Only I weep a lot
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
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Poetry by France England
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Written on 2014-06-18 at 19:25
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I WEEP A LOT
A mother's milk all goneDry because she is starving
As the infant teases her buds
Fingers to the mouth cease
Happiness is helping to the last
Not having much sharing till gone
Two lives standing in hope cheer
Another day stands the pressure
I weep a lot because I've seen heaven
But it wasn't my time to stay above
Jesus planted himself within me
I weep a lot for the truth not in pride
The ride
Living the hurt of another
The sights
Knowing pureness of pain
The heartless
Selective about the now
Its past ankle deep
The ride
The homeless a turtle shell
Fifty years stuffed in plastic bags
A few dollars would have cured
How a tiny hand holds so little
Joy is the smile of a child feeling safe
From meat to apple pie fills their plate
New clothing and a permanate roof
A fresh sunrise and a song to be sung
The ride
Walking the shoes of another
The sounds
Feeling the tears of daddy gone
The faithless
Does God really exist
Our present mirror
The ride
I weep a lot
For you
For me
And for those
I weep a lot
I weep a lot
For earth
For sky
Like Jesus did
Only I weep a lot
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
All rights reserved by author 2014
Poetry by France England
Read 978 times
Written on 2014-06-18 at 19:25
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