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Poem 38
Ostrich or....?
Marvin D. Banker
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November 3, 1999
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Do you live your life like an Ostrich?
Often complaining you aren't rich?
Are you always looking for a hand-out?
Or do you just love to pout?
Sounds like your life is lived in a rut,
And to this I say only, "so what?"
Because of your situation,
you have no need to cuss
For you are feeling sorry,
for ten times both of us.
Who ever wrote 'Cry Me A River',
was thinking just of you,
it's open the flood gates,
when you get feeling blue.
Like the bird on the left border,
head stuck deep in the sand,
Pull it out, look around,
life is Oh so grand!
Hope
Marvin D. Banker
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September 19, 1971
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Ever thought what is the use,
When life chose you for abuse?
Times you can not decern,
Which is the best way to turn?
Feel you are at the end of your rope?
Was that when you gave up hope?
Turn your thoughts to God on high
Take time for one more try
When forced to face great hostility,
Remember there is always a possibility
Do not sit and mope,
There is always hope
Where Does Time Go?
Marvin D. Banker
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September 17, 1971
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Where does time go,
When you need it most?
Spend it with your children,
While they are still young
Few moments with your wife,
To sit and relax
Seems like only yesterday,
Our married life began
Twenty plus years later
What did I miss?
Maybe I don't remember,
The way I use to,
Time spent with the children
We can do so much with time,
Living it day by day
Sharing with each other,
Not living life alone
Seems the kids were just five
The youngest now sixteen
Did time pass me by?
Or....did I stand still?
Drugs
Marvin D. Banker
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May 7, 1971
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Many types of people are met along the way
Yelling, "I don't give a damn," or care what they say
Using various pills to feel high,
No harm will come of this, but that is a lie
Some use needles in the arm,
What happens next, they see no harm
Some prefer what is called "grass"
Praise those that say, "I'll pass"
Inhaling every whisp of smoke
Some gag others choke
Racing life's highways to find the end
Don't change their ways, to hell they will decend
Many feeling smug,
Should you not use a drug
Said in life they are strong,
Their ways are not wrong
Treat drugs with idealolitry,
Hiding fears of reality
What began this degeneration?
Sweeping our great nation
Parents share this wish,
Find a cure for all this
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