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Pauline Grass Poem
Untouchable, yet close enough to touch.
It's wrong, I know but I want you so much.
You are the compliment to who I am supposed to be.
You are the one who can set my tortured soul free.
To help me to thrive and to inspire me.
It brings tears to my eyes to think of the impossibility.
There are too many obstacles in our way,
Too many people to hurt, too big a price to pay.
So with a friendship I must be satisfied,
And bury these feelings deep down inside.
It's just that from you it will be too hard to hide,
When I spend so much of the day at your side.
I think that I am going out of my mind.
Copyright © Pauline Grass | Year Posted 2006
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Pauline Grass Poem
Last night as I was setting up the tree,
Our six year old son came up to me.
He said, "Mommy, I need a stamp because,
I want to mail this letter to Santa Claus."
Only six years old and just learning to spell.
He tried his best, it came out quite well.
He asked for a car, a train and a bike,
And all of the things that little boys like.
Then he signed his name, with a little PS,
That brought a tear to my eye and a pain to my chest.
As I stood there reading that crayon letter,
I fought back my tears, for I knew better,
Than to show him the impact of the words that he wrote,
As he ended his letter with this little note,
"Santa, I know money is short this year,
So all I really want is my Daddy to be here."
Copyright © Pauline Grass | Year Posted 2005
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Pauline Grass Poem
I feel so extremely lonely,
Even though I know I am not alone.
There are always people around me,
But it feels like a combat zone.
People are always fighting with each other,
It seems hardly anyone gets along anymore.
I, sometimes, wonder why I even bother,
I, sometimes, wonder what I am here for.
You used to be my bright, shining star,
The one who renewed my faith in humanity.
But you've changed, become like they are,
It fills my head with more insanity.
You were so compassionate and caring,
But lately you seem cold and unmoving.
It seems like your heart has been buried,
And once again my love needs proving.
Copyright © Pauline Grass | Year Posted 2007
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Pauline Grass Poem
I am always trying to grasp her,
Yet somehow she eludes my reach.
I am searching for my muse, you see,
And that's not something you can teach.
I have written some impressive poetry,
And I can paint a beautiful scene,
But the inpiration is almost exhausted,
Missing an important part of the machine.
I am seeking the exhileration I felt,
When I painted pictures just for fun.
When writing poems was not an arduous task,
It was very personal, like for my son.
But what I learned as I was searching,
Was exactly where I should begin.
My muse had never gone anywhere,
As with all of us, she resides within.
Copyright © Pauline Grass | Year Posted 2006
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Pauline Grass Poem
I find it so difficult to focus,
My mind is always in a haze.
I want to get something done today,
But I feel like I am trapped in a maze.
My thoughts are always wandering,
I can't focus much longer than a minute.
I want to get something done today,
But I always fall back in it.
Into the trap of my own confusion
Into the snare of my cluttered mind
I'd really like to reach for help,
But I'm afraid of what I will find.
Some people think that I am copping out,
That this is just some big excuse
I'd really like to reach for help,
But I just think "What's the use?"
I feel like there is something more,
That's waiting out there for me.
Like so much life has passed me by,
That there is still so much more to see.
Copyright © Pauline Grass | Year Posted 2006
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Pauline Grass Poem
What happened to my little one,
Who's small hand fit in mine?
What happened to the quiet time,
That we would always find?
He's growing up so fast now,
And soon he'll be a man.
I hope I've given him guidance,
I think I've done the best I can.
He gives me reason to smile,
With each and every passing day.
And I believe he has grown to be,
A good man in every way.
Of course he is not perfect,
I expect that he'll make mistakes.
As long as he takes responsibility,
And always does what it takes.
I have always tried to teach him one thing,
I really hope that he has taken heed.
To always be kind to other people,
And try to help those who are in need.
Copyright © Pauline Grass | Year Posted 2006
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Pauline Grass Poem
I spend a lot of time wishing that
Some things in my life could be different.
I think there must be something more,
But I'm not sure that is what I meant.
I look everywhere for the greener grass,
That was on the other side of the fence.
I wish desperately for clarity of thought,
But it's hard to see through fog so dense.
My mind is always so cluttered,
And I am not always able to think clearly,
To end my confusion and clear away the fog,
Is a dream that I hold in my heart dearly.
I'm lost in a maze that never seems to end,
And I'm still not sure how I got in.
How am I supposed to know where I'm going,
When still I'm not sure where I have been.
Copyright © Pauline Grass | Year Posted 2006
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