Her Loving Arms (poem)
Confusion rife
Streets filled with strife
Harsh pains of life
Scars of a knife
Her loving arms
Still hold me tight
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A loss of job
All hopes to rob
Extents to lob
My silence mob
Yet in her arms
World is alright
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Money past spent
Can’t pay life’s rent
Lasting repent
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Gone are the dreams
Those youthful themes
Dried out old streams
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Lost without hope
Darkness to scope
Mad mire to mope
But then her arms
Save me from plight
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Mornings’ refrain
Every new strain
Saneness maintain
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Bleakness in view
Warnings renew
Lies turning true
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And still she’s there
Her love to share
All else laid bare
Within her arms
Glorious sight
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Heartless and cold
Fates may unfold
Problems untold
To this I hold
Her loving arms
Still hold me tight