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Myles Home Poem
I am in your care
I was a young lady, and respected too
I cared for my beautiful skin
I wore nice dresses and moved my hips, from side to side..
I sprinkled perfume over my fancy dresses
My hair pressed, curled, straighten, in anyway I liked!
I was once your age and I looked great too!
Today, I am in your care
I am smelling, and I know, I see your disgust
My hair, a mess and I know that’s a lot
My teeth, if any, brown and twisted
My skin is dry, no lotion, and I am exposed
I can’t do those things, I once did for myself
You tell your friends, what you see, of me
But, I am in your care
My family, smell good and lotion their skins
They're well dressed and look great
They smile and show those white, beautiful teeth
They are respected, because they can speak
Who is there, to care of me, or touch me?
But, I am in your care
I am in your care, so please treat me right
I am dying , as the days go by
I am ready to see, my Master
Please, take me Lord, I pray
I am hurting, to see how I am, and their despise
My dignity, my pride, my self respect, I can’t protect
Your touch, your smile, your face, maybe the last
Do you care, who I am?
But, I am in your care
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Myles Home Poem
The Eagle
The eagle, sits and wait
like a thief, he gapes
Not knowing, when he is going to strike
His prey, roams
With stretched out wings, he glides
Without warning, he bolts
His crockett toes, he curls
Snatching his prey
With power, he flies
Taking them, on high
As he sinks his beak and rips apart
He is still a beautiful bird
With, very keen eyes
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Myles Home Poem
A Robin’s Sounds
On, this bench I sat, wishing my situation was not
Everything seems wrong, within my path
I need a turnaround!, I need a turnaround!
Surrounded by trees, and an orange sun
Looking for answers before I move on
Lonely I sat, with a hurting heart
Silently weeping, as people go by
Between the leaves, I heard a wonderful sound
It was a robin, singing her melodies
I creeped to the spot, where, she was singing majestically
She saw me and wanted to get free
No, no, I am only here, to listen quietly
She flew high, not trusting me
Now, lonely I was, and lonely again
Wishing I could stay in that robbins's suspense
She lifted me to a place of tranquility
My mind was free, momentarily
Rapped, in the sounds, of the robin’s beauty
I trusted her sound, to rest my miseries
Back to reality, that brought me to this, bench
Copyright © Myles Home | Year Posted 2015
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