"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“Through The Curtain”

Through The Curtain

As he sat in his cold dark room,

Scratching his ear as he thought,

He peers through the curtain, towards the moon,

Remembering a life he had sought.

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He thinks of a time, and gets a grin,

Remembering his children as they played,

His wife,.. . as she kissed his chin,

Oh, those were such beautiful days.

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Why has God forsaken me so?

He asked of himself, in knots.

All are gone, and I am old,

And death comes for me not?

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Lingering, in his memories,

He looks towards a photograph,

Of an orchard full of apple trees,

A group of family as they laughed.

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His dreams are of a happier time,

When the sun had shined on his face,

Of friends and family, and drinking wine,

And kids running all over the place.

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Now he’s old, and all alone,

Everyone he loved has gone,

He waits for the day, he goes home,

To be again, with everyone.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“We Live In A Time”

"We Live In A Time"

“We Live In A Time”

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Of great turmoil, and distress;

Of evil, and hatred,
Great horror, and regret;

Of,.. .

Dirty sands,
Empty lands,
Wicked hands,
And murderous bands;

Of,.. .

Evil works,
Deadly jerks,
Killing clerks,
While in the church;

Of,.. .

Hopeless whys,
Children’s sighs,
Government lies,
And mothers cries;

Of,.. .

Endless death,
That never rests,
Contentious threats,
The blood still wet.. .

We live in a time,
Of do nothing, and watch;

Of sadness, and crime,
And stupidity, un-thought.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′


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“And still,”.. .

"And still,".. .

So many regrets,
Of things I should have done,
Memories I can‘t forget,
Of our days, and then some.

Countless tears I’ve cried,
A heart without a clue.
Something inside me died,
The day I lost you.
No longer my bride,
Or to me be true.

The stars even wept,
As I watched you walk away.
Never a night I slept,
As my mind went astray.
Time no longer kept,
Nor the count of days decay.
I remember every step,
As I watched you walk away.

And still,.. .
As the moon turns blue,
The countless tears I’ll cry,
Remembering losing you.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Selfish Sadness”

Selfish Sadness

Sitting here in my chair,
Out my window, I do stare,
All the world it seems so bare,
No one now does even care.

To and fro I see them go,
Endless nowhere no one knows.
As life deals its deadly blow,
No one cares the life they sew.

So much sadness in it all,
How they walk an endless hall,
Running round and chasing balls,
To finally hit that final wall.

Nothing here is even real,
Grabbing wealth like some big deal,
From their neighbors, they do steal,
While others hope to have a meal.

Selfish sadness is all I see,
As people starve and hope to be,
What I see it sickens me,
We all were meant to be so free.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/844694 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2013′