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Created on: October 22, 2008
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY.....I GREW UP FAST
When I was a little boy
We played from dawn til dark
Chasing baseballs hit aloft
In our imaginary ball parks
Running fields to and fro
Shooting our toy guns
At imaginary enemies
We thought it was such fun
Playing baseball confident
One day we'd make the bigs
But never understanding
It was really one tough gig
Another gig was coming
For which we'd all been trained
From childhood unrealized
In our minds ingrained
Those childhood days so precious, few
No sooner had we grown
We're told of foreign enemies
And into war we're thrown
Young men from other countries
With dreams not unlike our own
We're thrust in mortal combat
In some distant hotzone
For what ? I asked so many times
This senseless loss of life
What did we gain in all those years
Of toil pain and strife
The years have passed and here we are
Our knowledge has increased
That now we send our daughters
To fight in the middle east
Before I pass I hope to see
A world in which there's peace
Where dead mens wars are distant thoughts
And higher goals we reach
Where sacredness of human life
And value of each soul
Of our precious sons and daughters
Their gift of life extol
When I was a little boy
Seems not so long ago
That graying hair and different eyes
Have not tarnished the glow
The dreaming of that better life
In which we don't destroy
The vision and the purpose
Of when I was a little boy
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Poetry: Meaning of life
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When I was a little boy
We played from dawn til dark
Chasing baseballs hit aloft
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The meaning of Life I ponder
How can good conquer evil? I often wonder
To make a difference I must
By showing of love and
your dragonfly
the beautiful nuisance
I dreamed myself to be
has stayed too long
passed waking
to be of worth to anyone
who resides
Life is a Mirrage
I hear your whispers
I feel your kisses
But it all seems like a dream
With every moment passing
And every secret
A questioned pondered by many, understood by a few
Our purpose, meaning, reason for being,
What were we created to do?
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