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    Old Bones and Dust
    Old Bones and Dust
    Old Bones and Dust
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    Old Bones and Dust

    By John lenning

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    This my second book. A collection of poems about life. no matter how insigniffient you think you are all life matters. Poems about love dying hate some are sad some make you smile. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did writing them. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn lenning
    Release dateAug 12, 2018
    ISBN9781386384144
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      Old Bones and Dust - John lenning

      Old Bones and Dust

      I have been abandoned by all no one left to stand by my side but these old crusted walls

      The memories of old times and of friends long gone from my sight we used to hang out from early morn till the end of the night

      We laughed we loved we played with each other which sometimes caused us to fight with one another to see who was in the right

      I still smile today because as long as I can still remember my memories of fun times from January to December

      There is no way they can take them from my mind they will be with me to until I am ninety and nine

      All of my friends are dead or have been banished I have looked everywhere for them there are gone like they just vanished

      I am the last man left to let others know that we were alive we existed we loved we battled to survive

      When I leave this life, this story will end no one will know of all the people we helped saved and mend

      So, I fight alone in the dark corner of my mind to stay alive while monsters that have terrified me since I was five

      Continue to search for me and try to make me do things that are very unkind I fight them off until they flee then I hide so they can’t find

      I won’t give up or will I quit I will kick hit anything that comes within my sight I hold my ground to defend my right

      To let all people, know that we were not a bust that we mattered and we were not some old bones and dust

      Alone

      There was a time I was very important as big as the immensity of space and everyone listen to me and what I had to say with intensity

      Now I sit here dying no one even visits or comes to talk everyone is too busy these days to see me and take a walk

      It's so sad for I have helped hundreds of people in need not one has come to save me so I continue to bleed

      Every one of them has forgotten all the help that I gave alone now all I see is that today not even one of them 1 would I save

      My time is near I feel it that it is my time to put me in my grave I can’t even get out of bed to shave

      All I say my life was not meant to turn out this way I no longer have the will to live abandon left for dead nothing left for me to say

      Nothing matters anymore when you get this old, they just slap your back shake their heads then pass you on thinking you’re just a senile old quack

      I lay here for the last time upon this bed alone my last breath is near all that I will leave behind me when I die is my old bones

      There’s no one to call on the phone I will die alone

      Depression

      In darkness I dwelt in a void of blackness surrounded me wherever I went it kept me in the dark so I could not see

      A deep trance came over me which was choking the life out my soul slowly and not even leaving a mark so people could see my strife

      I fell into the pit of despair and the door was slowly closing trapping me inside a tomb where I decided it was time for me to hide

      Never to be seen again because I lost my pride like a piece of trash, I would be tossed aside

      Out of the darkness suddenly a light appeared it startled me and I jump back in fear

      Out of reflex I reached out and grabbed the light it pulled me back out of the night

      I saw then an angel dressed all in white her eyes were made of rubies that shined so bright

      She told to kept me from ever going back into that night I had to learn to stand and fight

      I felt alive again and new life sprang into mine I began to breath in the beauty of the angel and staggered backward like I drank some wine

      My heart started beating again warming me up from the inside so I could feel all its might

      Never again will I let darkness grow within I will fight the darkness until I take my final breath or defeat it and win

      I was lucky to survive I had friend who saw I was in regression the step in and they stamp out my depression

      In The Name Of Righteousness We Stand

      I packed my backpack with all my clothes then I just closed the door I was leaving normal society behind then telling all to leave me alone and to follow me no more.

      For I have decreed to help everyone from shore to shore that are in need

      Streets have a different set of rules that govern their own kind I cut the bonds from society to let me be fee so now I am wild and fancy free just me myself and mine

      I walk these lonely roads in the dead of night by myself I travel in search of those that are in plight

      I will battle all that takes away the right for us to belong like you would hear in a old war song

      No matter who or where you are, stay strong I will be there to fight those that do us wrong

      Overcoming great odds, I shall be victorious in war by defeating all that come before me near or far

      Oppression and tyranny will be no longer rule the land that we call home so that all men have the right to be free and roam

      Wherever their travels might take them they understand that all men have the right to be free in the name of righteousness we stand

      Scoundrel or Lover

      Sometimes it hard to choose what you want in a mate do you want a lover that makes you feel great

      Or a scoundrel so you can look and be bad either way it's your choice to make but it’s hard to distinguish one from the other how sad

      A lover is here today gone tomorrow they come and go a scoundrel is always in hiding and always saying no

      No, I did not steal that or no I did not break the window but sounding like rat

      They might tell you I think it was the cat whichever one you decide to

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