The house I was born in,
used to stand right here.
I was just one more hungry child
destined to grow old and die.
Right here in this schoolyard,
I learned life’s valuable lessons.
The more you have,
the more you get,
the more you want.
Here’s the church,
that taught me,
no one cared,
about lost souls.
Only how much,
is in the collection,
plate.
This is the highway,
where I found out,
if I went too far.
I would never,
make it back.
No matter how hard I try
👍👍
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Thank you.
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Jerry, this poem is a poignant and introspective journey through your hometown and your past. Your words paint vivid pictures of the places that shaped your life, and the emotions that still linger. The themes of nostalgia, longing, and the search for meaning are woven throughout the poem, and your honesty is both powerful and relatable. Thank you for sharing this piece of yourself with us.
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Thank you for your beautiful comment. Your words give me encouragement.
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Thanks.. Keep giving dear
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