"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“3:AM”

3 AM

It’s three A M,
So early now,
I feel the chill.

As morning comes,
A day begins,
It’s so surreal.

Still the light,
Seeing it there
On window sill,

Has yet moved on,
Leaving me here
To await what’s real.

Moments of truth,
Glimpses of past,
As night stands still.

Still no sleep,
Has gifted me,
This night does steal.

This emptiness,
From yesterday past,
This hole to fill.

I raise my fist,
In rage this night,
Of life’s ordeal.

I scream at you,
As morning comes,
And night is still.

It’s three A M,
And still I moan,
With things I feel.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved
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“Land of Nod”

Land of Nod

In the Land of Nod,
Where everyone would nod,
Always trying to stay awake.

They would bubble a bubble,
Staying out of trouble,
Not caring how long it would take.

They would write about this,
And give it a twist,
Always worried they would make a mistake.

Their heads sometimes throbbing,
With all of that bobbing,
And thinking how much they could make.

At the end of the day,
With a nod they would say,
For goodness and heavens sake.

Was it worth all of that,
And the hours they sat,
‘Of course’ with their heads they would shake.

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“Missing You”

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I miss you in the morning,
When I first wake up.
I miss you as I sit here,
With my coffee cup.

I miss you while I’m walking
Hand in hand as we did.
I miss you at the park,
I do so remember when.

I miss you while I’m working,
And that phone call at lunch.
I miss the I love you,
Yes, a whole, whole bunch.

I miss you when I’m driving,
Just anywhere, it don’t matter.
I miss you still sitting there,
Carrying on with all your chatter.

I miss you in the evening,
When I’m thinking what to watch.
I miss you flipping channels,
As you did a whole lot.

I miss how you touched me,
And the smell of your hair.
I miss the way you felt,
As though your still there.

I miss you most of all,
In the middle of the night.
I miss you reaching over,
And holding me so tight.

God, I miss you so much,
And sometimes all I do is cry.
This missing you is so hard baby,
I never really got to say goodbye.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“As Shadows Fall”

As Shadows Fall

As the shadows fall,
And our time grows near,
Rejoice in it all,
And have no fear.
For it’s home that calls,
Those shadows we hear.

We’ve fallen from grace,
To be reprieved in life,
A chance to save face,
Through tribulation and strife.
Try not to lay waste,
This chance given twice.

This life is not home,
But a place to see,
Of the seeds we’ve sown,
And for whom we’ve pleased.
Our chance, if not blown,
To the heavens we‘ll be.

As the stars grow bright,
And open their womb,
Lighting up the night,
For they shine not for whom.
But for those who’ve stood right,
And strong through the gloom.

Time is but a speck,
In the existence of it all,
Like the dust on a deck,
Or an atom, so very small.
Pray life was well spent,
. . . .. As the shadows begin to fall.. . . .

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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