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CART PUSHERS
by Audrey Lee
The years pass by, as I, watch and observe
The Cart Pushers.
Different faces, different places,
Yet, you are all the same.
You, with the layers of clothing and the wool hat,
Pushing your shopping cart around town.
The cart, carrying all of your treasures;
I wonder how many you have lost?
You sleep on bus benches,
Randomly picked.
Perhaps, where-ever you end up.
I wonder about you.
Where do you come from, and where are you going?
I do not know your names;
And I, in my own pride and fear,
Do not stop to lend a hand, or ear;
Instead, I look the other way.
THEY GOT THEIR GUNS
by Audrey Lee
Little Johnny got his gun
And went to fight in World War One.
He fought for country - did his part -
They shot young Johnny in the heart.
Johnny died, a hero there.
We said "War - it isn't fair."
Little Jacky did it too -
Fought for country in World War Two.
In Germany, he lost his legs -
Both replaced with wooden pegs.
Jack came back - a hero here.
Lots of medals - people cheer.
Little Joey got his gun
And went to fight in Vietnam.
He fought for what they said was right -
In Vietnam, he lost his sight.
He returned with praise from none -
We all said - "what have you done?"
No heroes songs were sung that day -
Instead, the faces turned away.
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Poem by Michael Rutschman
The sun rises daily and so does it set
We choose our roads by the pace that we set.
Some go high, some choose low,
I go fast, while others go slow.
The wind blows hollow, a storm
Shall come.
Life dwindles away while
Time goes on.
We'll pass over barriers and
Climb over walls
Forge a path where love
Conquers all.
The moon takes the sun, Night
Conquers day
Strengthens my will by decisions
I made.
Some live life in a dream far away.
I choose reality and there I'll stay.
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