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Chris Kemmy Poem
It's the calm before the storm that often takes away your breath,
The final gasp of air that awakes the hands of death.
It's the pause before the apology that brings the flow of tears,
The look in the eyes that says the words you never hoped to hear.
The final seconds on the clock above the level headed score,
The moments you've played within your mind a thousand times before.
The shock and awe of victory you feel before the cheers,
Now a golden glimpse of history remembering the years.
The mutual understanding that things can never be the same,
A warm familiar hug that says some things never change.
A man wrapped in his thoughts, a child in disbelief,
A woman overcome with joy to the man now down on his knee.
A building pain we feel inside that often takes time to collect,
The solemn moment of remembrance as we pay our last respects.
A hero's welcome from the mother who swore she'd lost her only son,
Final tribute to fallen sons and soldiers who never made it home.
So to trees that fall off in the woods with no one else around,
To the children who need to be heard but never make a sound.
To the thoughts we share with no one, the secrets deep inside us,
Lost in our own helplessness we all pray to God for guidance.
To all of the "good-byes" that just couldn't seem to wait,
To all of the "I love you's" we never got the chance to say.
To all those who die nameless in a world of war and violence,
And to the one's who need it most, we give this moment of silence.
Copyright © Chris Kemmy | Year Posted 2007
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Chris Kemmy Poem
There's no promise of tomorrow, no taking back today,
Each second that's left behind is one that slipped away.
Every chance that's given presents another choice to make,
You may regret what's passed but won't forget the price you paid.
What is today is my day in the sun?
The day that begins all I'll ever become.
What if I stay in bed and catch up on my sleep?
But give up a chance with the girl of my dreams.
What if I pass the ball and pass up on the shot?
And admit that a hero is something I'm not.
What if I run from the challenge I can fight with my fists?
And walk away from the stories to tell my grandkids.
So I'll chalk up the losses but hold onto the wins,
Because today is the day that tomorrow begins.
I pray I'll never lose my ambition to explore,
To on a dime, drop everything, pack my bags and hit the door.
I wish to see the world and live life now or never,
Because If I don't do it today I may put it off forever.
Copyright © Chris Kemmy | Year Posted 2007
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