A. P. Hancock

A. P. Hancock Poems

As you begin, your 51st year
We pray that it starts, with joy and cheer
Because we all know, that as the year moves on
Your memory will fail, and your wits will be gone
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I think you need a morning break, come walk with me awhile
Forget the world of push and shove, and let me see you smile
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Look outside the window here, the snow fell deep last night
Let's get our coats and mittens on, and have a snowball fight
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Dedicated to All the Poor Children of The World

I saw my old friend Cal today, on the eve before Santa night
He was eight years old and going on more, without his dad in sight.
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My three bed two bath mansion, Cal's old cardboard box
The heart of the matter is the heart

My steak and lobster bisque, Cal's lunch meat sandwich stuff
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Come and sit here next to me, while dark clouds pass on by
We'll listen to the thunder roll, and watch the heavens cry

Come and sit here next to me, I have the blanket warm
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Grab your coat it's time to go, the circus starts today
No excuses no I can’ts, we're all but on our way,
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Come with me now and let's enjoy, our open air café
We'll change the world some other time, this is our special day
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The Good Book says that there’s a time, a time for everything
A time to laugh, a time to cry, a time to dance and sing
So I’m waiting for a time when hate, is buried cold and deep
A time when peace and unity, are the harvest that we reap
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Let's dare ourselves to take a chance, and ride the big balloon
I know you're scared to dance that dance, but winter's coming soon
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Let's take a wild, exciting trip, to find a treasure rare
I have the map that shows the place, I know the gold is there
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Spending so little time together...
Learning so very much...
The time together has all blown away...
The learning remains forever...
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Come share with me this autumn day, a trip to hometown park
You know you like to feed the squirrels, and hear the songbird lark

The trails are lined with fallen leaves, of red and gold and brown
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Take me to that favorite place, the one you have in mind
Show me where you often go, to let yourself unwind

Is it a far away retreat, or is it rather near
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Let's sit beneath the willow tree, and watch the clouds go by
We'll dream of all we think we see, as wren and swallows fly

Perhaps we'll spot a sailing ship, afloat on heaven's seas
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Come with me to a garden place, that's rich with colors bright
It isn't what you think it is, it's more than petals white

It's not a orchard made with hands, at least not hands of clay
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Let's take a drive this holiday, and see the Christmas lights
We'll ride down every street in town, and be dazzled by the sights
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Let's take a trip to Funfair Park, the weather's looking great
You know you like the carousel, and the bumper cars await
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Come leave it all for just a while, and close your eyes to dream
Paint a place where life abounds, a you where joy's the theme
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Let's spend the day at Moran's ranch, and leave it all behind
We'll ride old Mack and Bessie Girl, and see what we can find
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A. P. Hancock Biography

A. P. Hancock has been writing and publishing poetry since the age of 15. His poems on PH are on poverty and personal growth. His work has appeared in books, recordings, magazines, and more.)

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50th Birthday - As You Begin Your 51st Year (Just For Fun)

As you begin, your 51st year
We pray that it starts, with joy and cheer
Because we all know, that as the year moves on
Your memory will fail, and your wits will be gone

You’ll forget where you’re going, you’ll forget why you came
You’ll forget who we are, you’ll forget your own name
You’ll fall asleep, in your office chair
You’ll lose even more, of what’s left of your hair

You’ll find yourself staring, at pictures on walls
You’ll answer the phone, when there are no phone calls
You’ll misplace your keys, you’ll misplace your car
You’ll misplace yourself, and not know where you are

You’ll remember the meeting, but forget where it’s at
You’ll be roaming the halls, and that will be that
But have no fear, our fine OLD friend
For we will be with you, til the dark and bitter end

Yes we’ll see you through, all the tears and pain
Til Your 52nd year, when we do this all again.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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