"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Posts tagged “Heaven

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“She’s,.. .”

She's,.. .

 

‘She’s my fourth of July,

My one and only,

My teammate, my pal,

Never I’m lonely.

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‘She’s funny you know,

The way she laughs,

The way she smiles,

Even her sass.

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Some say, she’s not pretty,

But to me, she is,

‘She’s beautiful, and loving,

Yet mean as piss.

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‘She’s my bestest best friend,

My favorite pass time,

My pain in my rear,

And yep!

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“She’s all mine”

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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*In Memory of:

My Best Friend & Wife

Cynthia [Oct. 20, 2012]

 


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“Only Borrowed”

Only Borrowed

Time is so distant,
Not in the future, but now.
You cry for this instance,
But why, you know not how.

It’s sad your whimpering,
Your crying, so much deferent.
For me, life is movement,
A door to an entrance.

A beginning of a sort,
Something you can’t clue.
When our time comes,
And it will, just don‘t be blue.

We write, we sing,
We live like no tomorrow.
But we lost life’s meaning,
Our time only borrowed.

Whispering our songs,
In sounds never heard.
Sweet melody we hear,
Like the song of a bird.

The Lord, he awaits,
To hold us in his arms.
Behind heaven’s gates,
And all it’s charms.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved