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Randall Smith Feb 2014
The years have come
The years have passed,
All I can think is
They have gone so fast.

I remember thinking of
The things I wanted to do,
New places and people,
Every day would be new.

Now here I am,
Tired, old and fat,
Sitting in my rocker,
Me, my dog and cat.

Every day I would watch
As the trains went speeding by.
Next one, I told myself,
A ticket I would buy.

"Hey dad," I heard,
"Let's do this, let's do that"
Still sitting in the corner
Is my bag and my hat.

The kids are gone,
It is my traveling time.
The ticket is a quarter,
I've two nickels and a dime.

Back to my rocker,
I'm on the road I know.
My mind is full of wonder
For the places I didn't go.
I look back and wonder what could have been, what chances were missed.
Randall Smith Oct 2013
There is a train a coming
I hear it down the track.
Like music to my ears
Clickty clack, clickty clack

Hop on boy, I hear
The conductor yell.
You're going for a ride
And get to ring the bell.

I see the cars are full
With folks I used to know.
The conductor has a smile
And says,"It's time to go".

I'm not ready, things I need to do.
He says,'grab your and and come along,
No pills, no pain, just hop on board.
We need your voice to join in song."

I stepped into a car and
With a step there was less fear.
Every where I looked only
Smiles. Not one single tear.

"All the tears are left behind."
Said the conductor with a smile.
Sit back and enjoy the ride,
This is the final mile.

You've been at all the stations,
You've used up all your time.
Time to catch the train now
It's coming down the line.

Clickty clack - clickty clack
Randall Smith Oct 2013
As I tiptoe past her door
In that room, in that bed
My darling sleeps.

The thought of her touch,
Her kiss, inflames my body
Like the taste of Spanish wine.

I open the forbidden door,
The hot musky aroma of a woman
Fills my senses and mind.

I look at her,
She is stretching her body
Like a lioness on the plain.

My breath catches, she sight,
Every movement she makes
Is poetry in motion.

The light from a lamp
Sparkles from her hair,
A river cascading around her face.

The movement of her hips
Like a moth to a flame,
Draws me lustfully towards her.
Randall Smith Oct 2013
Nag, Nag, Nag
That's all I ever hear.
When I get up in the morning
Till I go to bed at night.

When she wakes in the morn
I think she has a list
If I'm not doing this
I should be doing that.

Hard to believe but
She thinks I'm a slob
Why just last week I
Picked up a sock.

Just the other day
She went to get some ice
"Why is the tray empty" she yelled.
Why?  There was a cube left in it

We went to a party,
I think I flunked a test.
"Are you wearing that" she ask
" I put it on"  I said

"You left the lid up again
What shall I do with you?"
Being nice I said" There's
A porta-***** for you."

No more nagging
Will I hear.
The dog's inside
And I'm out here.
Randall Smith Oct 2013
It is dark in here.
I can feel the sunshine
And hear the birds.

It is dark in here.
Outside the laughter of people
The sound of traffic.

It is dark in here.
A door is open, there's a breeze,
I can smell the grass.

It is dark in here.
My sights and sounds
are different than yours.

It is dark in here.
There is no sunshine in here.
It is hidden  by the smoke of the rifles.

It is dark in here.
The voices I hear
Are long dead.

It is dark in here.
Memories are overwhelming
And I'm still alone.

It is dark in here
have you ever felt alone while surrounded by others?
Randall Smith Oct 2013
At home presents are wrapped
Drinking eggnog and spreading cheer.
Got the tree all lit up
It is that time of year.

Toys for Jim and Mary
Robes for mom and dad,
Don't forget Aunt Betty,
It is that time of year.

The house is full of joy,
The're parties everywhere.
The kids are so excited,
It is that time of year.

Say a prayer for Tommy,
He's in Viet Nam this year.
Come on in neighbors,
Let's have a drink of cheer.

There's one more present coming
I helped to fill the body bag.
We shipped it from Saigon,
It is that time of year.

Merry Christmas
did this after an attack on our compound
Randall Smith Oct 2013
Hello,
Can anybody hear me?
I'm calling out but
There is only an echo.

Hello,
Are you out there?
I need to hear
Someone answer.

Hello,
Can you feel it?
The dark and loneliness
Is surrounding me.

Hello,
Can you touch me?
Let me now that
Someone is out there.

Hello,
Can you answer me?
There is such a void
When you are all alone.
I think most poets are alone inside and this is their way to talk to others.
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