Veterans Day is coming soon.
I feel the pain you hold inside of you.
I’m here for you so clench yourself tight.
I’ll hold you all through the night.

I will love you
I will protect you
I will salute you
I will honor you

I can take your mind away from the wars.
Because I know that one day you’ll even the score.
I will never take the war out of you that’s true.
And for that my heart belongs to you.

I will love you
I will defend you
I will fight for you
I will protect you

I’ll die for you with a smile on my face.
Knowing you’ll be here to give them grace.
Because your my Hero.
Your my GI Joe.

© Whocantopit 2013-2014
© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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The cat was cool but not any ones fool!

She was one of a kind but really not hard to find!

She had style and grace and such an adorable face!

She had hair for the ages and thoughts that filled the pages!

No one held her mind but she was one of a kind!

Nothing lasts forever but don’t say “never – never!”

Now, the smiling of a springtime sun.
I’d always try to remember the fun.

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© Abercrombie Poetry
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Why am I running?
Where is my mind?
What is going on?
How am I doing?
Who is it now?

 Those are the questions!

Why am I running?

I don’t know what is going on!
Am I running too something,
Or am I running from something,
Or am I just running, because I think I’m out of time?

That is the question!

Where is my mind?

As I sit on the couch and look at the sword I laid upon the floor!
I held it in my hands, and then cradled it in my arms!
Could I lay next to it, with no harm?
Could I make love to it, without dying?

 That is the question!

What is going on?

If I picked up the sword and stabbed it thru my heart!
Would it feel the pain it does right now?
Then I thought!
If I thrust it back and forth!
Would it feel the anguish it does right now?

 That is the question!

How am I doing?

My running came to a stance!
The sky still rains on my face!
I am lost, now, wondering why!
Where is the armor in my mind?

 That is the question!

Who is it now?
I’m wondering what happened!
I know it was both!
As I lay and say goodnight!
Where is the armor of mine?

© whocantopit 2012-2014
© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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Hey You!
What you think your doing?
Running around with your head in the clouds.

Hey Man!
What the Heck you saying?
Singing your songs, but the words are all wrong.

Hey Friend!
Where you think your going?
Traveling here and there but not getting anywhere.

Well Now!
I think I’ve heard that story!
Your lost and alone and way too far from home.

So What!
You think you have an answer?
Will the things that you say get me through the day.

Oh No!
I’m not listening to that gospel!
I’ve heard it before, I’m not listening anymore.

Well Now!
I guess I don’t fit in here!
I don’t play your game but I’m not the one to blame.

So Long!
I guess that I’ll be going.
I guess you didn’t know but we all still got a long way to go.

© whocantopit 2012-2014
© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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Daddy told me not to grow old so fast.
There was plenty of time for me.
Walk before you run, he said.
Keep your eyes fixed on what you see.

I wish I would have listened to him.
He was wiser than he seemed.
And now, I’m old and turning gray.
And all I have are dreams.

–It’s the same when your older kid.
Everything has it’s time.
We all end up the same in the end.
I’ve had your dreams and you’ll have mine.

So ride on the wind, my friend.
Sail across the skys.
Everyone has to pay in life.
And everyone has to die.

Put the time you have to use.
You’ll never get nomore.
Do things you feel are right.
And never ask what for.

–It’s the same when your older kid.
Everything has it’s time.
We all end up the same in the end.
I’ve had your dreams and you’ll have mine.

© whocantopit 2012-2014
© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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A gathering of dedicated individuals.
Meeting only because of need.

They sometimes call it college.
But more rutted, in words and deeds.

The blessings of the future.
Are often written in the past.

The lesson of the pontif,
Gave us-I don’t know.

If not first-
I know I’m not last.

Would have liked to be right there.
But my ticket didn’t get me there.

I’ve listened to you for most my life, you and me.
I’m going to call it fair.

God, just called a holiday.
He said you earned the right.

A holiday mister.
You fought the good fight.

I think I cried today.
I think I know why?

© whocantopit 2012 2013 2014
© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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Did you tell me that the truth would be heard by the end of another day.
Were you  serving up a helping of self that was always part of the play.

Did you say it, or I just heard that it won’t matter in the end.

Were you sure of all the things you said or maybe just too proud.
I had never meant it as averse, I meant to sing but not too loud.

Did you say it, or I just heard that it won’t matter in the end.

Dilly this or dally that, will never change the whole story.
Easy come and easy go, looking for answers instead of glory.

Did you say it, or I just heard that it won’t matter in the end.

There was something wrong with the world today but I know it’s not my tale.
Nothing wrong with the world today and I knew that we won’t fail.

Did you say it, or I just heard that it won’t matter in the end.

© whocantopit 2012 2013 2014
© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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