THE WELL
By: John Turner

I remember standing looking at the bottom of the well,
 
My hopes and dreams reflecting back, my chest would start to swell,
 
As years went by I’d gone once more, my visions still I’d see...
 
My mirror still reflecting back, the image that was me.
 
One day a fit of horror overcame my soul,
 
I had closed my eyes, let up my guard, and fell into that hole.
 
It took some time to realize the mistakes that I had made
 
Of all the years of fighting, this was not an even trade.
 
The only hope was looking up, the light I still could see.
 
And maybe if I climbed the rope, I’d look back down and refind me?!
 
Although it was no easy climb, I struggled all the more.
 
But when I reached the surface- I gazed back down upon bare floor.
 
I sat and wondered for a while, how will I get it back?
 
Just then the water in the bucket trickled out a crack.
 
The answer very clearly now came rushing like a stream,
 
By adding water Day by Day- I could restore my Dream.

I LOVE YOU NOT.........
By: John Turner

I love you not by the things you say and not by the things you do,
 
I love you only by God’s blessings that come shinning through,
 
They’re in your eyes, and in your smile, and in your laughter too!
 
Painted by the master artist- Priceless, Fresh and New.
 
These and only these are things that I can claim are true...
 
The heart, the soul, the innocence, Sweetheart I love you.

Wise Guys
By: John Turner

The elder men would sit and laugh
 
while watching youngsters choose their path
 
The lecture hours, and schooling years
 
could not prevent their darkest fears...
 
The shape of things that was to come-
 
Another set out on the run.

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