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Best Poems From
JEFFREY LEE
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The Life We Lived
The life we lived
And the lives we wanted
Are all but footprints
In the ever shifting sands
The lives we wanted
Are but mere fairytales
Woven from the threads
Of our wishful imaginations
While that self defining moment
Has long since passed
And whether by fate or coincidence
We have chosen the lesser
And like all lives
That came and are to come
Will be lived and forgotten
Like footprints in the sand
Jeffrey Lee
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Time Moves On
Lives are remembered
As words are written
Words are forgotten
As time moves on
Who we are
And who we were
Is just a name
Fluttering in the breeze
We all hope that one day
Ages and ages hence
Someone will recall our name
And remember who we once were
But truth be told
Life is not what we wish it to be
And time moves on
Leaving us in the nameless shadows
Jeffrey Lee
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when I was a child...
When I was a child, young and small, the world was black and white.
Friends and strangers came and went like a child flipping through a picture book.
Sometimes I would find one face that stood out from all the rest,
But the pages would just keep on flipping, and they were lost all the same.
When I was a child, young and small, my life was just a dream
Everyday I would wake up and have fun, fear, anger, and love
And tomorrow was just another day, like so many that lay before
And yesterdays were so few that they all just seemed like harmless dreams
When I was a child, young and small, the grass was always green
The sky was blue and the clouds were white, and the sun a crayon yellow
People were people, and the whole world was just my backyard
Everything was as it seemed, Everything was as it seemed
When I was a child, young and small, The world began to grow.
With each new day it grew some more, and the world was more than it seemed
The grass was no longer green, but now it was a yellow-green, a sickly green
People were no longer people, they were strangers, or they were friends
When I was a child, young and small, The world became a darker place
Black and white is now just two sides of the same coin
Flipping back and forth, back and forth, until both sides are just grey
The grass is no longer green, the sky no longer blue, and the world is just a darker place
Jeffrey Lee
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