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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 A Box Full Of Secrets Friends 5/26/2012
 A Dark And Angry Cloud Grieving and Loss 9/14/2012
 A Dolly For Daddy Misc 11/26/2012
 A Flower Caught My Eye The Pain of Love 6/2/2012
 A Gown Of Pure White Spiritual Poems 5/28/2012
 A Heart That Beats To Grieve Love 5/19/2012
 A Hobos' Lullaby Misc 9/30/2012
 A House Not Far Away Misc 6/2/2012
 A Lesson Learned Insight 8/22/2012
 A Real Princess Dark Poetry 5/19/2012
 A Sad November Day Grieving and Loss 5/30/2012
 A Shadeless Path Nature 10/15/2012
 A Simple Tree Inspirational Poems 5/18/2012
 A Single White Rose The Pain of Love 11/13/2012
 A Songbirds' Broken Wing Love 5/24/2012
 A Spring Rain The Pain of Love 9/28/2012
 A White-Tail Hawk Nature 9/9/2012
 A Whiter Shade Of Pale The Pain of Love 9/26/2012
 A Windy, Winters' Day The Pain of Love 11/7/2012
 A World Where No One Goes The Pain of Love 9/10/2012
 Almost Close Enough Misc 11/10/2012
 An Inch From My Hand Misc 10/10/2012
 Autumn Leaves Love Gone Bad 10/14/2012
 Baby Smiling Bright Grieving and Loss 11/17/2012
 Belle Of My Ball I Love You 11/11/2012
 Broken Mirrors Love Gone Bad 10/20/2012
 Butterflies And Seasons Love Gone Bad 11/4/2012
 Casualties Of War Grieving and Loss 5/23/2012
 Christmas Blessings Misc 11/24/2012
 Do I Love You True? I Love You 10/1/2012
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A Box Full Of Secrets

No one in town knew his real name,
but everyone called him Skeet.
He only worked when needing money
and that's how we chanced to meet.

He lived in a shack just out of town
and at night he was usually drunk.
Sometimes, I would visit taking him food
to find him passed out on his bunk.

If you asked him questions about his past
he would answer them all with lies.
If pressed really hard, it bothered him,
tears would well up in his eyes.

I was the one that found him that night
hung on a rope by his bed.
He left me a letter taped to a box
and I cried at what it said.

Telling me, I had been a good friend,
said he just couldn’t live anymore.
This box held the answers to questions
of the life he had known before.

I arranged to have a service for Skeet
and only two people were there.
The box he left me, I never did open,
just laid it beside him with care.

Each time I started to open Skeets’ box,
came memories of tears in his eyes.
Those secrets of his were all he owned,
I would not let him tell them goodbye.

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