Nephew Poem

The Luckiest Person in the World

This poem is written about my nephew. He is only 1 year old and from the second he was born he had the eyes that just drew me in. I always wanted to write a song about it but never could. So I hope this poem will give you an insight on why I'm the luckiest person in the world.

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Little Hope

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Published: March 2011

I always woke with the feel, of restless on my cheek.
For a while, things were gray, sometimes even bleak. 
A bright smile you brought to me, to brighten up my day
I couldn't imagine not having that smile, I couldn't even say.
I play guitar, you hear the sound, you never can resist
Letting me hear that beautiful voice, that I'm lucky I didn't miss.
So always know that you're my friend, and will always stay that way
because my friend you are the best, and that I will always say.

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