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  Best Poems From
  PAUL MCCANN (March 10th 1956)

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Path Of Peace

Path Of Peace
By Paul Mc Cann

Peace is an easy path to tread
Peace is where our fears are mislaid
Peace is beginning to restore
Peace for each man, woman and child
Peace for the troubled streets gone wild
Peace is for the old and the young
Peace in the end will overcome
Peace builds trust into a lifestyle
Peace is a friendly open hand
Peace is a place to understand
Peace in the end will overcome
Peace is for the old and the young
Peace is a legacy to leave
Peace is when we don't have to grieve
Peace is and end to all the hate
Peace is why we negotiate
Peace for all the victims of war
Paul McCann



The Wheel Of Life

The Tanka Structure

A short poem that uses syllables in it's structure similar to the Haiku.

The sequence of syllables are as follows
5-7,5-7.7-5,7-5 and 7

My Example

The Wheel Of Life

By Paul McCann

Sometimes I get caned.
Love is like a bamboo stick
Sometimes I get pain.
Sometimes in life I get sick
Sometimes in life I am healed
Life is after all,
a series of things to feel.
I don't mind at all.
In life things turn like a wheel.
Paul McCann



Every Soldier Has A Dream

After a war a soldier sometimes has to cry as dreams of those memories waters in the eye.

It's very sad when this world of ours goes to war.
Peace is the thing that soldiers have fought and died for.

With hands held in the air a soldier cries a bit but people are blind to dreams that do not fit.

Some people abuse this world but one day they'll find that they've lost their battlefields and they are unklind.

Lost battlefields and dreams with no victories won, following the forgotten hero.
Here they come.

They bury the dream because they cannot recall what it was that made the Soldier stand proud and tall.

Soldiers come from all walks of life.
Soldiers with many dreams seldom shared with others.

Soldiers who had loved ones and families back home.
Some soldiers are just children
and still on their own.

Honoured I feel to remember soldiers this way.
I salute them have I your attention I say.

Stand at ease,
fall out.
Sir nobody knew his name.
Dear God you know who he was our dream was the same.

Undaunted was the soldier in the face of fear.
No turning back.
Each soldier shed a silent tear.

But I wonder why no one hears the soldiers cry.
Listen today as soldiers go to fight and die .

Try to imagine the soldiers forgotten dream.
Keep the memory of what the Soldier
had been.

It haunts us today and remains here in our time.
Ghosts with forgotten dreams remain.
Its such a crime.

What the soldier fought for is what we must redeem,
as we look back and try to recapture the dream.

The ship's sunk and they say,
we're glad we missed the cruise.
Don't take for granted things in life we shouldn't loose.

When the battle is over and the dreams don't sit.
Every soldier must cry just a little bit.

By Paul McCann
Paul McCann



Caring Along The Way

Caring Along The Way
By Paul McCann

I once met an old lady who I cared for as a nurse,
I washed her and I dressed her, on my shower list she came first.
She told me she was sick of living and wished death would come,
I told her it wasn’t up to her when her life was done.
She sat there everyday surrounded by familiar things,
Some say its never over until the fat lady sings.
Weary of the long days and oh so teary in the night,
She was a nice old lady who died when the time was right.

I once met an old man, I cared for in a nursing home.
In thinking and reflecting he was happy on his own..
He liked to talk and helped him walk when he asked me to.
For himself the personal care issues where much to hard to do.
After he died I went back to visit his empty room ,
To say a silent prayer and then back to my work resume.
With his soul at peaceful rest and his body free from pain.
I said goodbye to an old man who left this mortal plain.

A young man came to the nursing home, we became good mates.
In busy times we said hello , for him I said time waits.
Though brain injured and dependant he needed something more,
Just a smile or recognition when you came in the door.
Peacefully in his wheelchair he watched people rushing past,
When pneumonia came by surprise they said he wouldn’t last.
Sometimes we look for people and discover that they have gone.
Suddenly there was a space, the young lad I knew passed on.

I’ve met lots of people in nursing homes some young, some are old.
One thing we share in common is a bond of trust we hold .
Its easy to get attatched when you’re caring for those who,
Depend upon you being there to daily help them through.
So as long as there are people who genuinely care,
Some one’s final moments will be much easier to bear.
God give me the strength to help others living here today.
As the day will surely come for us all to pass away.
Paul McCann

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