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Gregg Beaty Poem
My heart felt heavy when I saw your picture.
A beautiful pixie even still as we get older.
What should have been and what will never be.
And time to dream about you in eternity.
What is my name, I cannot speak.
Months go past and I feel so weak.
That's how I felt back when I was young,
Unable to make my stand or feel strong.
A beautiful woman turned sixty today.
I wish I was there to give her a hug.
And say to her maybe we might take a walk.
Copyright © Gregg Beaty | Year Posted 2015
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Gregg Beaty Poem
A sweeping truck came down my street today;
its brooms and brushes whirling on the ground.
Wetting the pavement and making thin mud.
Gathering stones, dirt, lost buttons and leaves.
Up and down the street blocks and along the roads.
Gathering sand from the winter and from people who litter.
And every mile or two it will empty its bin,
then whirl back to life and continue again.
A squat little truck with a person inside.
Driving real slow and pirouetting around cars.
I saw it stop at a hydrant while the man got out,
to lock on a hose so that the sprayer filled up.
Who created these things that comes 'round once a year?
Broom Bear and Elgin. Mobil and Johnson.
Their genius at making parts all work together
so the street can look nicer and neighbors feel better.
Copyright © Gregg Beaty | Year Posted 2015
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Gregg Beaty Poem
If I came to you with a song in my heart,
And I shared it with you, would you sing it with me?
The world won't care if we don't get it right.
Let's make the thought count, with a little delight.
If I had an old book that had yellowed with age,
I could read it to you using old-fashioned words.
The world won't care if we don't get it right.
Let's make the thought count, with a little delight.
I'll write you a letter and send it with postage.
And in it I'll tell you how my thoughts have been shaping.
The world won't care if we don't get it right.
Let's make the thought count, with a little delight.
We'll listen to the radio and hear what they're saying
of extraordinary people and the things that they've seen.
The world won't care if we don't get it right.
Let's make the thought count, with a little delight.
Copyright © Gregg Beaty | Year Posted 2015
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Gregg Beaty Poem
I watched you look into my eyes,
and wished I could feel what was in your soul.
I felt a longing to make it last,
but it wasn't time. And it went by too fast.
Who do you see when I look back at you?
A soul to love? A friend to choose?
What would you do if we had the time?
Talk and explore? Follow some rhyme?
Tell me your name. Tell me your life.
Tell me what brought you here to this night.
Do you dream of possibilities and long for fulfillment?
Or simply feel relief that someone thinks you're still relevant.
I look back into your eyes and see you smile.
I'm glad I'm still relevant at this late hour.
It's for the best that we don't take action,
but enjoy the myth that we're still attractive.
Copyright © Gregg Beaty | Year Posted 2015
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