Adger Jackson Poems

The old house sagged like an empty sack,
a stark testimony to its slow decay,
but it was still peopled front to back,
swarming like bees as they say.
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A child always looks to its mother,
to champion its causes through life,
she stands ready to pamper and smother,
him with kisses at the first sign of strife.
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Would that I could reclaim the sunshine,
my early youth brings to mind,
the days spent in ecstasy's bosom,
the days now left far behind.
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