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The Breadwinner

You come home from work tired,wornout, beat.
Your body aches all over from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet
The radio blaring, theT.V is full blast
Your oldest son wants to borrow the car and money for gas.
You go up stairs about to lay your weary head on the bed.
There on the dresser a note black and bold.
If you don't have the rent you will be out in the cold.
Bills upon bills a cycle that never ends.
When you are in need,where are your so called friends.
You go out of the bedroom you pause in the hall.
You ask the Dear Lord is it really worth it all?
As you stand there and ponder the thought
You help your 3 year old off the bathroom pot.
Back down stairs you go to the kitchen
There standing by the stove on her hand a potholder glove.
Is the real breadwinner my wife the woman I love
From that moment on I knew the answer from the hall.
Yes Dear Lord it is really worth it all.

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Scarred Hands

One day a Mother saved her new born daughter from a raging flame.
Holding her to her bosom,calling out Jesus name.
A Mother love is something only God understands.
The Mother wore gloves to cover her Scarred Hands.

One day when the little girl was older,
She asked her Mother why she always wore  gloves?
She said her hands were scarred and ugly she didn't want her to see
Ths gloves was just another way of showing her love.

One day the little girl pulled the gloves off her Mother Scarred Hands.
She said Mom these hands are not ugly, they are beautiful to me.
These hands are full of a Mother love.
These hands are Scarred Hands of love.

One day the little girl was at Sunday School.
The teacher ask her why her Mother always wore gloves?
Then the little girl told the story how her Mother saved her from the fire
The gloves were a symbol of her love.

Then the teacher told her story about a man who had Scarred Hands
Jesus hands became scarred when He was hung on the cross to save us.
With Jesus on the cross and His Father sharing His love from above.
Jesus also had the Scarred Hands of love

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An Old Flame

I first tried to kill my old flame with my tears.
It seems she knew the depth of my fears.

She grab me and pulled me toward the fire.
I knew inside she still my heart desire.

I tried to escape and I fell at her feet.
Lying there in agony and defeat.

Die old flame is what I screamed to the fire.
My old flame would not die in the fire.

One part of me wants her to die in the flame.
Can I actually say she is the blame.

Her memories still haunts me in my sleep.
For my love for her runs deep.

Why can't I forget the past?
And be free of her at last.

I tried to over come my fears
I tried to drown her with my tears.

Her love will always be in my heart to keep.
Now I just sit by the fire and watch my old flame and weep.

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On Main Street

On Main Street,I can remember my mom me taking shopping at the five and dime.
The year was nine-teen forty nine.
Mom said you sure can get your money worth
Shopping at the five and dime called Woolworth.

At the beginning of Main Street,we would go grocery shopping at a grocery store called A+P.
For about ten dollars a week you could feed your entire family.
I can still see a deli clerk as he waited on our family.
He was built like a pot belly stove
His eyes were as big and round like hamburgh patties.
His fingers were long like cucumbers.
He had a smile as wide as a country mile.
 
I can still smell the fresh aroma of the coffee beans as they were being ground thru the 
coffee grinder.
A loud speaker was calling out items you may have forgotten,just as a reminder.
I am getting older and there are things I have forgot.
I can still remember the A+P before it became a parking lot.

At the end of Main Street,there was a drive-en picture show.
For a few dollars  the entire family could go.
Watch scary movies from dusk till dawn
Now all that is gone,the only thing left is the memories that linger on.
Woolworth, A+P, drive-ens are stores of my past.
Nothing seems to last.

When you get older there will be stores you might recall
Not on your home town Main Street, but at a giant local mall.
New stores will come and old stores will soon be gone.
The only thing that will be left is the memories that linger on.

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Insanity

Darknee closes tightly around me.
Like the pitch dark night outside.

No light can penetrate inside of the darknes.
Inside the darkness the monsters hide.

I feel as if I'm stumblig blind through a maze of pain..
The voices inside my head reminds me I'm slowly going insane.

I try to reach out for something, anything to keep from falling.
Yet I still hear the voices calling.

The blood flows from the wounds,Ireceived on the pathway of thorns.
My head trobs from sounds  that sound like  orchestra horns

The ghastly visions are stalking me again.
No way can I stop this feeling of going insane

All I can do is kneel and cry.
Pray for the peace I will receive when I die.

Maybe when I reach the end of the road
I will find the peace that I thirst.
For it was forth told to me 
If the Insanity doesn't kill me first

I'm set in my ways and head stong for my own good.
All I can do for now is to carry on.
Hope there will be a light for me.
Somewhere , outthere when I reach the Great Beyond

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Jealous Mind

I came home from work saw my lover in the arms of my very best friend.
I said to myself_Self this got to end.
For this is more then my old heart can take.
If I don't do something my old heart will surely break.
I went down to the pawn shop,bought myself some bullets and a gun.
I said to myself_Self you know what got to be done.
I came back home my lover was at the door to greet me.
She said it is not what it seems to be.
My eyes only saw the color red.
My jealous mind didn't believe a word she said.
I pulled out my gun and shot her there at the door.
She crumble and fell to the floor.
Her eyes were glazed and her breath was shallow and weak
I leaned my ear to her lips.and she started to speak,
WIth her dying breath she said,
"If you ever think about me and if I ever cross your mind.
Darling remember I Love You and I'm not the cheating kind."
With her eyes slowly closing I said,
"Please forgive me and my Jealous Mind,
for I know your not the cheating kind."
In my arms my lover gently closed her eyes and died
My tears swell up inside with my lover in my arms I sat there and cried.