Moments

By Norman Mayo

I need a day, to look around
At all, that life has to give
I need a day, to look around
And ask myself, why I live.

I need, to take, within my hand
A piece of sky, or earth
Concentrate, and think to myself
What is this, really worth.

There is so much taken, for granted
So little, we appreciate
That when we, finally open our eyes
We realize, its much to late.

Yes, I need a day, to look around
At the world, full of trouble and strife
And then, Ill slowly settle back
And start, a whole new life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483682006

Norman Mayo

Norman Mayo has been with the fire department in New Haven, Connecticut. He has been writing poetry since he was sixteen years old. Leonard Mayo has been in aviation ever since he had his pilot’s license. Having built an airplane himself, he also worked with kids on building model airplanes.

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Moments

NORMAN MAYO

Copyright © 2013 by Norman Mayo.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4836-8199-3

                 Ebook         978-1-4836-8200-6

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Rev. date: 10/01/2013

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Contents

The Soldier

Why (War)

Time

The Wallflower

The Unborn Child

The Bag Lady

The Atheist Song

Old Man-In- Convalescent Home

Old Lady-In- Convalescent Home

Martin Luther King

Man on the Bench

Mama Loved to Sing

In Prison

Homeless Woman

He Sleeps

Hands

Granny Died Yesterday

Fish Words

Aunt Mary

All the Time

Ed’s Song

The Bag-Lady

The Home

Remembering

Grand-Ma

My Children

Remember Me

Remembering

The Convalescent Home

The Wedding Voice

Goodbye, Goodbye

The Man in the Wheelchair

The Old Home

My Parents

Remembering

The Home

Grand-Ma

Time

Not Mary-Not-John

Help Someone

Grand-Ma and Grand-Pa

My Children

Young Man

Saying Goodbye to His Wife

Dear Father

A Dying Man

A Dying Man (To His Son)

Family

I Need a Day

Skyward

So Sorry

The Soldier

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He lied there in the foxhole

And looked up in the sky

He murmured to himself

Oh why, I wondered why.

Why am I here

In this God-forsaken land

Lying in this foxhole

A foxhole, filled with sand.

His nerves were shattered

And he started to