Franklin Spriggs

Not really wanted as a child,
Yet into this world I came,
Not to be a bundle of joy,
Just someone to give a name.
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Down this highway that we call life,
Of all it's heartaches, toils and strife,
It's hard for the saints to keep pressing through,
But always remember, God has not forgotten you.
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As I set with pen in hand,
I stop to consider why,
Forgive me this day, oh Lord I pray,
For bringing a tear to your eye.
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The days of wine and roses,
So happily they seem,
Of youthful days and red bouquets,
And faces full of glee.
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Sitting around the house one day,
I stopped to consider this,
Why am I upon this earth,
If it's Heaven that I miss?
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As I sit to consider,
The events of my life,
Through many toils and heartaches,
Much bitterness, anger, and strife.
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I was sitting around the house one day,
This thought came into my mind,
Why am I always by myself,
And a wife I cannot find.
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America, America,
How I love you so,
We are richly blessed from up above,
Where all good blessings flow.
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A great mystery in life,
I guess I'll never understand,
How do you put a child,
In the body of a man?
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I like teddy bears,
So tender and so warm,
The come in many sizes,
Many colors, shapes, and forms.
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What kind of woman have I found,
That I should be so blessed,
Of all the women in the world,
To me she is the best.
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Dear precious readers,
Just a little of your time,
I’ll try to speak about myself,
And try to make it rhyme.
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That old tattered Bible,
My daddy would always read,
Sitting on the table,
In his hand it use to be.
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I sit at home by myself,
I think of days gone by,
Of family members who left me,
Then I begin to cry.
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It's hard for me to write,
With tears pouring off my face,
To all the hurting children,
Who seem to be misplaced.
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Precious memories,
Oh how sweet the sound,
They drive away the loneliness,
When know one is around.
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I recall my days of childhood,
Though times were surely rough,
My parents were strong pillars,
And the family very tough.
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A sweet little girl I seen,
At a park one beautiful day,
Just like any other child,
Running about at play.
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I was taken to a park one day,
To sit and rest awhile,
When before me stood a little girl,
With a very pretty smile.
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Do we ever consider,
The reason that we cry,
Those little drops of water,
That flow from the eyes.
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