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Peter Thomas Poem
A baby cries, an alarm wails,
the dog barks, the ships sails.
Sleep shortened, deprived and broken,
this rude awakening leaves dreams unspoken.
The rest ends, the day begins,
the night loses, the morning wins.
Copyright © Peter Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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Peter Thomas Poem
Boys will be boys, should we change our approaches?
It invades our society, infesting like cockroaches.
Is it something that we unfairly blame on our coaches?
Or should we instead stop this before it encroaches?
Is it time to call time on this self-destructive trait?
Something we excuse with ‘it’s only banter mate’.
Instead, should we consider our words and our deeds?
Humility, equity, kindness, what we need to succeed.
Copyright © Peter Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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Peter Thomas Poem
Oak, Willow, Maple, Birch.
Would this wood aid me in my search.
I could not see the wood from the trees.
I’d try so hard, but could not please.
Every year we grow a new ring.
The old man of the wood loses his voice.
Before was his time, I heard him sing.
Back in his youth, when we had that rare thing.
Choice.
Copyright © Peter Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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