Maryanne Richards Poems

Why does this way of life
Create so much struggle and pain.
When did this darkness begin,
That I am caught within.
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The sand the seagulls
And the rolling waves
As they crash upon the shore
Quiets the mind.
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He was old and bent
And way past his prime
But those who knew him
Thought he was fine.
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Walking along the river bank
In the breeze, listening
to the wind in the trees,
Singing there song through
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Watching the dark gray skies and waving palms,
The flowers drooping their heads
And sheltering under the heavy laden leaves.
All the while the pond filling
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The matter of the fact
Is the fact of the matter
About which, thinking only distorts.
If once seen as the fact
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We are but players
In the game of life
Bowing to the unseen
And unknown god.
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Why do we hurt so,
What is the reason.
All the good works
Seem to be done with intention.
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The years have gone so quickly,
It seems like yesterday
That the light that shone so brightly
Was taken away.
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Life is for living.
What does that mean?
Does it mean we should chase
Every fanciful dream.
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