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BedtimeYardworkToo Much NoiseThe FutureWallsLife Without Tom
Bedtime
Bedtime now children.Both of you kiss me good night.And turn off the light.Yardwork
I see the grass grow.So much work done planting it.The reward has come.Too Much Noise
The children play in their very own yard.Their games are too loud and also too rough.I try to hush them but it is so hard,I tell them "Be quiet, enough is enough."The noise continues like nothing was said.Louder and louder until I exclaim"You must calm down or I'll send you to bed!""Why must you play such a loud noisy game?"Find a new game to enjoy with your friends.Play with your friends in the yard by the house.A quiet game now before the day ends.Find a new game or pretend you're a mouse.Your last game sounded just like a riot.But now it's time for some peace and quiet.The FutureWhat does my future hold?It's not for me to say.Rags or riches, pain or health,pleasure or dismay.All I ask of the future,the one I want to see.Is a future that holds you--holding me.
What are your future plans?Please tell me what they are.Will there be room for me,Have you even thought that far.Would you want a future,as I hope you do.A future that holds me--holding you.
Is there a future for us?You and me for life.Will we always be together?A husband and a wife.The future that I wish for,a future happy and bright.Is a future holding you and me--holding each other tight.Walls
I live inside a prison,the walls cannot be seen.You're searching for the gateto set my spirit free.You wonder why I liveinside these cold, cold walls."Let me come in" you said,"and don't treat me this way".
You can feel the outside,the walls exterior.This side is no better,for I cannot escape.
I have not locked you out,I am the one locked in.You try to find the key,but it is on this side.
The key is mine to use,if only I knew how.I want to be with you,and make the walls fall down.
But I cannot escape,my warden is my self.This wall stands between us,but it is not your fault.
I love you more in truth,than I could ever say.When I try to show you,the walls get in my way.
Our love was Rock & Roll Strong and new Ready to take on the world Our own way
We danced to the Disco beat We couldn't stop We were both young and free Fast and loud
A Wedding March, we became one Now and forever Our lives were full of promise To live together
The gentle sound of a Lullaby A new life Three more times make a family We were complete
Tragic loss, we sang the Blues But love remained We had enough to get by Something was missing
A Symphony built from the pieces Our love continued We began to feel the strains Harmony and discord
Now our life's a Country Song Sadness and crying Now we go our separate ways No more music
All poems by Richard Moore Copyright ?1995-2007
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