Stephen (Steve) Howard Poems

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Walls
There comes a time,
when the walls fall down.
We see age in the eyes of a friend.
We smile,
remembering,
accepting.
And there, amid the ruins of pretense,
we shall come to love the evening,
no less than the morn. . . .
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Sand
The sea was before him,
the cliffs were behind,
so he sat down and thought,
till a thought came to mind.
'I'll build me a house,
there's plenty of sand.
I'll build it right here,
right here on the strand.'.
So he built him a house,
oh so lovely and grand,
and he settled right in,
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