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Poems by Beverly Gandy

"How Things Use to Be"

Oh, how things used to be;

Seems like it was way, way back when.

Where things were so much simpler;

Almost everyone considered a friend.

Times were slow and calm;

Days quiet and very laid back.

Not one care had in the world;

No hurry to rise from the sack.

The grass seemed a lot greener;

The ground not so dirty and brown.

The air was so much fresher - cleaner;

No pollution hanging around.

You could play games on a sidewalk;

Without the worry of being harmed.

Gates and fences were very rare;

No need for ADT alarms.

Oh, how things use to be;

If I close my eyes and just dream.

Of all the good and beauty of the world;

And how things should now just be.

by Beverly Gandy
Copyright ©2006 Beverly Ann Gandy

"Fading"

Dedicated to our fallen soldiers

As I am sitting in the car waiting for my
sister to come out of the store on
this Easter Sunday, I glance up and notice
a poster-sized picture of the American Flag
in the window. The slogan at the bottom reads,
"THESE COLORS DON'T RUN".

I ponder for a moment, while noticing
how the colors in the picture were fading.
I said to myself, yes this flag,
like our soldiers stand strong and don't run,
yet both are slowly, sadly fading away.

by Beverly Gandy
Copyright ©2006 Beverly Ann Gandy

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"Little Angels Lost... "

Oh! I am so sorry Little Angels,

You suddenly left this earth.

Not given a chance to live life,

Only years into your birth.

I weep along with the skies,

Every time a tragedy occurs.

It is unfair to you little ones,

So much, you had to endure.

God gave you the gift of life,

Blessed your parents with a child.

Who knew they would hurt you destroy you?

Forever silence your beautiful smile.

I send up my prayers,

To the One that is the Boss.

And ask that He now forever protect,

Our Little Angels lost.

by Beverly Gandy
Copyright ©2006 Beverly Ann Gandy

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"No More Time"

Sitting here wondering about time,

And where my life has gone;

So many friends and family,

Yet feeling confused and alone;

I have only myself to blame,

For this crazy way that I feel;

Never giving myself a break,

Nor my body time to rest - to heal;

I know time will catch up to me,

Just when I am starting to live;

But by then it will be too late,

I will have no more time to give.

by Beverly Gandy
Copyright ©2006 Beverly Ann Gandy

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"The World to Me....."

Mom you mean the world to me;

I know I do not say it enough.

You listen, advise - lend me your shoulder;

When times are hard and rough.

Mom you mean the world to me;

My love comes from deep within.

You always make things seem so right;

Broken bones, broken heart - broken skin.

Mom you mean the world to me;

I would never address you as "Mother";

That word seems too stiff - impersonal;

For a mom as good as my mother.

Beautiful lady, see yourself;

Your hair so streaked with gray.

Mom you mean the world to me;

I love you each and every day.

by Beverly Gandy
Copyright ©2006 Beverly Ann Gandy

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