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This is a poem I wrote, not about anyone in particular.
Changes I watch the years pass.
Your changing face
Tells me all
Your trials and joys.
Your shining eyes
Reveal to me
Your spirit's deepest
Hopes and fears.
So deep inside
Even you don't know.
I watch you change
Ffrom awkward boy
To strong young man.
The passing of time
Shows in your face.
Childish innocence vanishes,
Replaced by jaded experience.
A saddness in your eyes
Shows an understanding
Of the torment and pain
Of this world.
And yet there's a spark,
Deep in your eyes,
A hope for tomorrow,
Shining inside. 
When Morning Comes This was written for a friend of mine when he graduated.
A chapter has ended
In the novel of life.
The final words are
Down on the page.
When morning comes,
You'll start again.
A new chapter opens,
The next scene begins.
Aprehension and excitement
Bicker back and forth,
While bitter-sweet saddness
Watches in silence.
The pages are here,
Empty and white,
Waiting to be filled
With new parts of life.
The past remains sweet,
Always behind.
Keep your eyes to the future,
Your feet moving on.
Don't dwell on what was,
Live for what is,
And dream
Of what is yet to be.
Keep the memories
Fresh in your heart.
Add to them daily,
And always remember
The truely real friends
Who will always be there
In the chapters completed
And those yet to come,
Hoping and helping and pulling you on. 
Spirit of the Wild In the stars,
I see your face.
Your voice is in the wind.
I feel your presence all around,
Outside me and within.
Your eyes are in the morning's light,
And sunset is your smile.
I know you're always
Here beside me,
The spirit of the wild.
Snowdrop Serene face, upturned, eyes closed
Soft warm llight provides a golden glow.
Gentle-sweet southern breeze
Brings the mild scent of new greens and melted-snow.
Tiny green tips of the timid new growth
Just begin to show above the soil.
Easy-peaceful drip-drop
As the last icicle melts.
Sweet-soft song of the robin
Floats across the fields.
And there - tiny, perfect, spottless white-
The first snowdrop.
The grey gloom of winter has again
Lost its grip on the land.
Spring is dawning,
The earth is at peace.
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