SHARON'S POETRY PAGE
ELVIS
Born into sorrow and pain
Together yet alone
He had a twin brother, Jessie
Who died, so he was on his own
His home was meager
A mere roof over his head
He often wished through his life
That he'd been the one born dead
He didn't have many true friends
With his classmates he didn't fit in
Born of poor sharecroppers
Fields to plow and tools to mend
Loneliness all through the years
His mother his only true friend
He vowed he would show them all
He knew how his life was to end
Fame and fortune were bestowed upon him
An idol, they called him "The King"
Through it all he never accepted
The life that his calling would bring
He mourned for his life as a sharecroppers child
His mother had left him alone
And though many would call him friend
True friends, there really were none
He tried very hard to accept it
But had to revert to the drugs
The doctor prescribed, oh so many
But they were never enough
He died of too much love
He died of too much fame
But one legacy he left behind
The world will always remember his name
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
CHILDREN
When we were married, man and wife
We had few worries in our life
But, we weren't happy, not complete
We thought that children would be neat
So we decided what to do
We'd have a baby, yes, it's true
Our lives have never been the same
Not since the day the babies came
There's not a day when there is peace
There's always strife, there's no release
If it's not one thing, it's another
Oh please, I said don't hurt your brother
Oh yes we love them, this is certain
But sometimes I think, what would be hurtin'
If I just left and did not come back
They'd probably just help me pack
When will I ever have my freedom
All these problems, I don't need em
Just one day without a worry
Oh Lord, I'm begging, please, please hurry
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
THE RIVER OF LIFE
Life is like a river
It keeps rolling on
When there is no rain
It's peaceful and calm
But give it much rain
It turns a new page
And give it a storm
It rumbles with rage
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
COTTON PICKIN'
Up in the morning
Out and about
Milk the old cow
And let her out
Seperate the milk
Take off the cream
Make into butter
Shake and swing
Head for the field
The tractor's waitin'
Plow the whole day
You're cultivatin'
It's bedtime now
You sleep like the chickens
So you can get out early
It's cotton pickin'
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
THE WAY WE WERE
The way we were in years before
When we were young forever more
Or so we thought, in our youth
But now we finally see the truth
The years do seem to take their toll
Not like we thought in days of old
Life's not forever anymore
Death may be knocking at our door
We never know when it will strike
It takes us all the same, alike
It takes us when we least expect it
Insurance, you just can't collect it
So live each day as if it were your last
And don't go living in the past
For no-one knows what morning brings
Or when that last alarm will ring
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
LIFE
Life is a play
We all have a part
It's what we do on the stage
That sets us apart
Each has a cross
Which only he can bear
Of other peoples plights
He is unaware
One actor plays the part of a lover
Having a mate to care for and covet
He's happy with life, as many are
He just doesn't see what's happening afar
The next plays the part of a miserable soul
He wishes that he could just crawl in a hole
Life has dealt him a really bad card
But he keeps on trying, he knows life's hard
So take what you're given
And give it your best
And maybe in the end
You'll pass the true test
For God has a plan
Which only he knows
And when you try hard
His love for you grows
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
THE TRIALS OF LIFE
As we walk through
This world today
The trials of life
Stand in our way
They stop us from
The dreams we savor
And almost never
Are in our favor
They walk with us
Throughout the years
The see our dreams
They feel our tears
In fact, no matter
What we say
The trials of life
Won't go away
They're with us
When our prayers are said
And when it's time
To go to bed
So learn to beat
The trials of life
Or they will cut you
Like a knife
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
WOMAN
What is a woman
Does anyone know?
What makes them tick
What makes them go.
Each has her own
Way to react.
Sometimes in haste
Sometimes with tact.
What can she do
Where can she go?
The choices are many
Does anyone know?
Sometimes she's a lady
Sometimes a tomboy.
The way she acts at times
You'd think she's a toy.
But without her here
The outlook is dim.
Because without her
He wouldn't be him.
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
ANGELS
Angels were made
To watch over me
To help me to be
What I am to be.
Angels were made
To shield me from pain
To keep me from harm
To hear me complain.
Angels were made
With promise of love
A promise from God
To watch from above.
Angels were made
For you and for me
To watch us until
Our souls are set free.
by: Sharon A. Jernigan
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