"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Posts tagged “Yesterdays

“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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“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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“Times Past”

Times Past

It’s colder now
Since winter’s come,
And the loss
Of our summer sun.

Nothing ever lasts.. .

The joy we had,
And all the fun,
Now all gone,
The season’s done.

A time that has past.. .

Wasn’t it great
To play and run,
Those blissful days,
And then some.

It all went by so fast.. .

I wish them back
In total sum,
To never again
Be hum drum.

Life would be a blast.. .

Now looking back,
I raise my thumb,
A wonderful time,
As I sip my rum.

There’s nothing that I lacked.. .

The memories I have
Of chewing gum,
The loves I had
Are forever won.

A time I’ll never give back.. .

Wasn’t life grand.. .?

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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