Andrew Michaels Poems

Oh! How long shall I wait for thee
How long this cold winter night
How deep the snow upon the ground
This blanket covers soft and white
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she could not save the morning-light
not the cold world made with pain
not for the penny's worth of pride
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he's a street poet all over again
knowing the hardness of pain
his wisdom is in this sad refrain:
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i don't want to play/stay out in left field
the ball never comes my way
i don't want to learn in school
the rules get all the say
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Let me tell you love's every thing
Let me fulfill your heart's desire
You say you want to hear an angel sing
You want to taste the enchanting fire
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For no more meaning, than the meaning hence
Should love be such, than not so for its offense
That the nothing less, should mean so much now
Nor given relevance, for what was lost somehow
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'Tis but a space in measured time
'Tis but a world that curse implies
'Tis but a hope in sharp decline
'Tis but a share that chance denies
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If only for the waking moment
I could well remember then...
And all the same sad replies
From where they knew when...
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I see the day-glow sky
With sojourn clouds I fly
You're all invited too
To race the morning dew
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I shall state and pursue my testament
And as all men-I shall walk alone
In creation's reverence, her deepest woes
I shall stand upon the highest throne
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