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Who

I stepped out on my lawn tonight
To catch a breath or two
Of cool night air when with a blare
An Owl questioned "Who?".

"Well, it is I", was my reply
"And now, just who are you?"
Then in a short he did report 
Again with that same "Who". 

"You", I said, "Is who", I said
With some authority
"Now who are thee, up in that tree?"
And "Who" again said he. 

"Oh! Now I see, when uttered thee
From high up in that tree
'Who' was thy introduction
And not a question be. 

So, Who is you and I am me. 
I'm glad we talked this out. 
Come again my feathered friend
You're welcome here about."

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Sand Castles

Upon a beach I came to stand
And watched a child at play. 
He did while playing in the sand
A point of life convey. 

With scoops and buckets he did build 
A structure tall and grand. 
And to the child the beach did yield 
A castle made of sand. 

But as he left, I do recall, 
Away I did not turn. 
And with the coming night would fall
A lesson to be learned. 

The tide came in, with force did strike, 
The castle could not stand. 
And I was shown how life is like
A castle made of sand. 

And man is but a child at play, 
His works they will not last. 
For all he builds within days
Shall be by time surpassed. 

Each thing we do, Each thing we say, 
Each notion we conceive,
They all to soon shall pass away, 
Yes, this I do believe. 

We leave no mark, we leave no trace
That shall forever stand 
Be sure my friend time will erase
Our days however grand.

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Sand Castles Ii

The castle stood with majesty.
The child stood justly proud.
Both night and sea stood patiently,
In hand the castle's shroud.

My thinking now became serene,
Of things small and sublime.
How I saw all played in that scene
Of man, his deeds and time. 

But here I raise a quandary.
I question thee a tad. 
Are we the castle stately?
Or, are we the lad?

Are we the child? Are we the sand?
We're either, can't you see?
Both built and build to pass away
With time our ebbing sea. 

The tide we face is Father Time.
Aren't we but molded clay?
Just like that castle so sublime
We are not here to stay. 

Yet like that child in spring of life,
His days are numbered still.
Just like the grains of sand it took
To stir this old man's quill.

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A Derelict

I am, I guess, a tattered soul. 
A vagabond of sort. 
A derelict adrift at sea. 
No captain and no port. 

Nowhere to go, no one to guide.
This frail and haggard bark,
Aimlessly drifts out to sea, 
Piteously and stark. 

No pilot here the helm to take.
No first mate to assist.
Into oblivion adrift,
Into a dark abyss.

Will there one day a solace be?
Will nepenthe be won?
Can a sweet respite be found
Before my setting sun?

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Transfiguration

I walked alone at break of dawn
No one to comfort me. 
I stood forlorned, ragged and scorned 
Doomed to obscurity. 

I cried aloud but yet the shroud
Of time that covered me
Left me beguiled from all exiled
Throughout this life to be. 

Ah never more a distant shore
Shall ever my feet trod. 
Until at last from this world past
I lie beneath the sod. 

For then the shroud of times dark cloud
Lifted for aye shall be. 
Tho born a knave when in the grave 
I'll put on Royalty. 

I shall in time, this soul of mine,
Upon a distant shore
Walk on with Kings where never clings
The shroud of time no more.

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My Part and Yours

No deeds today do I control, 
Except those that are mine. 
No thoughts or words can I withhold, 
Except those that are mine. 
No steps can I take right and true, 
Except those that are mine. 
No prayers today do I need,
Except those that are thine.

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Faults

It is truly a sad day 
When one comes to realize
That his capacity for Love
(Be it great or small)
Is his most grievous fault.

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Solace

The cold dark clouds have given way
The sky again is blue.
My heart it does now beat again
And this because of you.

A warmth that's felt from passions fire
Much hotter than the sun
Has burned away those painful days
Sweet nepenthe's been won. 

But though my sorrow's been displaced
The scars they still remain.
Will ever come that faithful day
When I can love again?

When I can give my heart away
And without fear or dread
Be lead by feeling not by thought
By heart and not by head.

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Morning

Morning is but the infant day
Born of the womb of time. 
A babe that speaks to those that hear
A language so sublime. 

The sky with blood from birth is stained
Foretells of coming rain. 
Red sky at night is his delight
At dawn a sad refrain. 

That sailor in that ship at sea
That farmer by the brook
They know the signs, they read the sky
Like you or I a book. 

While wet or dry this day shall be
Both yours and mine to keep. 
Until it's hours reach 24
And then it too shall sleep. 

Why gaze we then at painted sky
And dwell upon this thought?
Let's merrily go forth and live 
This day that time has wrought

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Wish

If wishes were granted
Just this would I do
I would find my way home
And there wish for you.