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I ONCE MET A WRITER
I ONCE MET A WRITER WHO WAS WELL KNOWN:
WHEN I FOUND OUT SHE WAS A WRITER ONE OF MY POEMS TO HER WAS SHOWN:
SHE HAD BEEN A WRITER FOR YEARS FOR A MAJOR MAGAZINE:
I TOLD HER TO BECOME A WRITER AND GET PAID FOR WHAT I WRITE IS MY DREAM:
ONE DAY WHEN SHE WAS DOWN I WROTE HER A POEM AND I SAID TO HER I DONT KNOW IF ITS THAT GOOD:
I ASKED HER IF SHE WANTED ME TO READ IT AND SHE SAID I COULD:
WHEN I WAS DONE READING THE POEM I LOOKED UP AND SAW TEARS IN HER EYE:
I FELT BAD AND ASKED HER WHY DID YOU CRY:
I FELT LOW AND I SAID TO HER I DONT KNOW IF I AM A GOOD WRITER:
SHE SAID TO ME YOU ARE A GOOD WRITER IF YOU CAN TOUCH ONE PERSON, AND YOU TOUCHED ME. I FELT SO MUCH BRIGHTER:
WHEN THE SIMPLE POEM THAT I WROTE DEEPLY TOUCHED HER:
I KNEW I WAS A GOOD WRITER FOR SURE:
I USE TO ALWAYS WRITE AND SHOW MY POETRY TO MY MOTHER:
SHE WOULD BE SO PROUD AND GIVE ME PRAISE MORE THAN ANY OTHER
SHE WOULD SAY ONE DAY SOMEONE YOU THEY WILL DISCOVER:
THEN THE WORLD WILL ENJOY YOUR POETRY ON A BOOK COVER:
I WROTE CADENCE SONGS WHEN I WAS A US MARINE:
ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE --WE WORKED TOGETHER AS A TEAM TO KEEP OUR REPUTATION CLEAN:
REVILE REVILE THATS THE MARINE CORPS LIFE FOR ME:
DURING TWENTY MILE FORCE MARCHES WITH ALL OUR GEAR I WOULD SING THIS TO MOTIVATE MY MARINES YOU SEE:
IN MY NURSING HOME AS A CERTIFIED NURSING ASSISTANT AND LVN--I HAVE WRITTEN POEMS FOR MY CO-WORKERS THE SAME:
WAS HAPPY I COULD BRING THEM SOME SUNSHINE WHEN THEY HAD RAIN AND PAIN:
IN MY NURSING HOME WHEN ONE OF MY LOVING RESIDENTS WOULD PASS AWAY:
I WOULD WRITE A NICE POEM FOR THE FAMILY AT THE FUNERAL TO SAY:
I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE POEM I WROTE THAT TOUCHED A GRIEVING MOTHER SO MUCH:
SHE HUGGED ME SO TIGHT SOBBING DEEPLY AND CRYING HOLDING ME SO LONG IN HER CLUTCH:
SHE STOPPED CRYING AND LET ME GO AND HELD MY FACE IN HER HANDS AND SAID THAT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL POEM I HAVE EVER HEARD:
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERY SINGLE WORD:
THEY LIVED ACROSS THE STREET HER DAUGHTER WAS MY DAUGHTERS BEST BEST FRIEND--SHE WAS JUST KILLED IN A TRAGIC CAR ACCIDENT:
SHE WAS THERE ONLY CHILD KILLED WHEN SHE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN-HER MOTHER WAS IN SUCH DEEP GRIEVEMENT:
SHE SAID MY HEART FELT POEM HELPED EASE HER PAIN:
I WAS GLAD I READ THE POEM AT THERE HOUSE TO ALL THE PEOPLE THE SAME:
I WILL NEVER FORGET HOW SHE HUGGED ME SO SO TIGHT:
AND WHEN SHE SAID MY POEM TOUCHED HER AND WAS SO RIGHT:
NOW MY NURSING HOME IS A TREATMENT FACILITY:
AND I WRITE OF LIFE LIVING AND LOVE TRYING TO INSPIRE FOLKE TO HAVE FAITH KEEP HOPE AND PRAY AND BE THE BEST THAT YOU CAN BE:
12-JULY 2010:
JOHN D. JUNGERS
WHEN I FOUND OUT SHE WAS A WRITER ONE OF MY POEMS TO HER WAS SHOWN:
SHE HAD BEEN A WRITER FOR YEARS FOR A MAJOR MAGAZINE:
I TOLD HER TO BECOME A WRITER AND GET PAID FOR WHAT I WRITE IS MY DREAM:
ONE DAY WHEN SHE WAS DOWN I WROTE HER A POEM AND I SAID TO HER I DONT KNOW IF ITS THAT GOOD:
I ASKED HER IF SHE WANTED ME TO READ IT AND SHE SAID I COULD:
WHEN I WAS DONE READING THE POEM I LOOKED UP AND SAW TEARS IN HER EYE:
I FELT BAD AND ASKED HER WHY DID YOU CRY:
I FELT LOW AND I SAID TO HER I DONT KNOW IF I AM A GOOD WRITER:
SHE SAID TO ME YOU ARE A GOOD WRITER IF YOU CAN TOUCH ONE PERSON, AND YOU TOUCHED ME. I FELT SO MUCH BRIGHTER:
WHEN THE SIMPLE POEM THAT I WROTE DEEPLY TOUCHED HER:
I KNEW I WAS A GOOD WRITER FOR SURE:
I USE TO ALWAYS WRITE AND SHOW MY POETRY TO MY MOTHER:
SHE WOULD BE SO PROUD AND GIVE ME PRAISE MORE THAN ANY OTHER
SHE WOULD SAY ONE DAY SOMEONE YOU THEY WILL DISCOVER:
THEN THE WORLD WILL ENJOY YOUR POETRY ON A BOOK COVER:
I WROTE CADENCE SONGS WHEN I WAS A US MARINE:
ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE --WE WORKED TOGETHER AS A TEAM TO KEEP OUR REPUTATION CLEAN:
REVILE REVILE THATS THE MARINE CORPS LIFE FOR ME:
DURING TWENTY MILE FORCE MARCHES WITH ALL OUR GEAR I WOULD SING THIS TO MOTIVATE MY MARINES YOU SEE:
IN MY NURSING HOME AS A CERTIFIED NURSING ASSISTANT AND LVN--I HAVE WRITTEN POEMS FOR MY CO-WORKERS THE SAME:
WAS HAPPY I COULD BRING THEM SOME SUNSHINE WHEN THEY HAD RAIN AND PAIN:
IN MY NURSING HOME WHEN ONE OF MY LOVING RESIDENTS WOULD PASS AWAY:
I WOULD WRITE A NICE POEM FOR THE FAMILY AT THE FUNERAL TO SAY:
I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE POEM I WROTE THAT TOUCHED A GRIEVING MOTHER SO MUCH:
SHE HUGGED ME SO TIGHT SOBBING DEEPLY AND CRYING HOLDING ME SO LONG IN HER CLUTCH:
SHE STOPPED CRYING AND LET ME GO AND HELD MY FACE IN HER HANDS AND SAID THAT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL POEM I HAVE EVER HEARD:
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERY SINGLE WORD:
THEY LIVED ACROSS THE STREET HER DAUGHTER WAS MY DAUGHTERS BEST BEST FRIEND--SHE WAS JUST KILLED IN A TRAGIC CAR ACCIDENT:
SHE WAS THERE ONLY CHILD KILLED WHEN SHE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN-HER MOTHER WAS IN SUCH DEEP GRIEVEMENT:
SHE SAID MY HEART FELT POEM HELPED EASE HER PAIN:
I WAS GLAD I READ THE POEM AT THERE HOUSE TO ALL THE PEOPLE THE SAME:
I WILL NEVER FORGET HOW SHE HUGGED ME SO SO TIGHT:
AND WHEN SHE SAID MY POEM TOUCHED HER AND WAS SO RIGHT:
NOW MY NURSING HOME IS A TREATMENT FACILITY:
AND I WRITE OF LIFE LIVING AND LOVE TRYING TO INSPIRE FOLKE TO HAVE FAITH KEEP HOPE AND PRAY AND BE THE BEST THAT YOU CAN BE:
12-JULY 2010:
JOHN D. JUNGERS
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I ONCE MET A WRITER
I ONCE MET A WRITER