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| Page 97 The Poetry of Terri Lyn Stanfield |
| Empty Shell Is this really what you expected At this point in your life Stuck in a "going nowhere fast" job And you riddled with strife Weren't you the one who would change the world With your contribution What happened to all those dreams of yours To the revolution Just when did you decide to settle To sell out on your dreams You had so many good ideas All those promising schemes You really could have been somebody You had the sight and drive But you gave up on yourself too soon Now you're barely alive You live your days in reminiscence Of all your waylayed plans A burned out shell of what could have been A lonely, washed -up man Terri Lyn Stanfield 12/3/2001 |
| It Could Be You You see a problem And you turn away You can't be bothered You've a busy day There's a plea for help And you turn deaf ears It's not your problem You won't interfere There's a blatant wrong Right before your eyes But it's not your place And you hate to pry Whether hungry child Or homeless person The fault is all theirs They let things worsen Until they were brought Right down to their knees They needn't expect You to heed their pleas You pay your taxes Work hard at your job And you owe nothing To those filthy slobs You pass by it all Your conscience quite clear Completely assured Of your value here But then comes the day When you're told you're fired They need some new blood And someone's been hired You can't find new work And the bills pile up There's not enough food Time's are really tough The bank forecloses And you lose your home You've nowhere to go You've lost your spouse You're out on the street Your friends have all gone You have nothing left And you're all alone You huddle outside On the cold, hard ground No pride and no hope The hard way, you've found Just how much it means When you lend a hand You just never know When you'll need a friend And you watch with shame As people pass by All ignoring you Just a homeless guy Terri Lyn Stanfield 12/3/2001 |
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