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George Potter Poem
‘Coming home’
I think you say, in English, ‘I will be coming home’,
When you write a letter, or use the telephone,
But surely that must also mean, that you were there before,
With possessions and your Family, and a key for your front door.
So, I cannot use these words; I am a Refugee.
For complicated reasons, my home I had to flee,
So now, no thought of ‘coming home’ applies; I turned my back,
On all that was familiar. A home is what I lack.
In your hearts, unknown to me, I seek your intercession,
I travel forward hopefully, I need no more repression,
Perhaps, when I’m accepted, I’ll recall days when forced to roam,
And know then, safe and happy, I was really ‘coming home’.
George Potter
Copyright © George Potter | Year Posted 2020
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George Potter Poem
To all those who are companions to the dying.
Perhaps the least applauded, you work so peacefully,
Providing care and comfort, to those who will not see,
A future life before them, here on Earth, but hopefully,
Their soul and spirit remembered, here and eternally.
But Nurses, Doctors, Friends, whose dilligence displays
The essence of humanity in many diff’rent ways
Love, sympathy, devotion in all those final days
To which their own commitment deserves the greatest praise.
Some may believe that courage, is by the strongest shown,
But it’s another kind of courage, to fight for those alone
Who perhaps, fear their death or, pain, or with hope gone
Have, these caring, loving folk, to help them travel on.
So bless you all, for your courage, and for being simply kind.,
You are the Earthly Angels, and may this verse remind
Us others, who could not begin to know where we might find
Your strengths and wisdom to provide, the ill, with peace of mind.
George Potter
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George Potter Poem
When we say, If only, it leads on to a wish
Be it for a sunny summer, or to catch a bigger fish,
For honest politicians, for zero income tax
A world without Al Queda, or more time to relax.
Usually it’s someone else, we think should make the change
But if we turn the words around, our lives we rearrange.
For Only if, we Do something, can we help to right the wrong,
Only if, we shout aloud, will we be heard above the throng,
Only if, we decide, can we change what might have been,
For Only if means action, while If only’s , just a dream.
George Potter
Copyright © George Potter | Year Posted 2020
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