• Don’t just lie there…with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…restrain sad poems…written of you.
    A lump in the throat…fill our eyes with mist.
    Paper clouds
    cover a soldier, name Chris.

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    Don’t just lie there…with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…restrain sad poetry…written of you.
    A lump in the throat…fill our eyes with mist.
    Paper clouds
    cover a soldier, name Chris.

    Oh, don’t lie there…with your eyes closed
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…look at the living you’re going to miss.
    Remember the times when jokes were sore?
    Laughing,
    ’til we hurt more and more.

    Don’t lie there…so still; open your eyes,
    Vanny Chris.
    Lift your head!…your girl longs for a kiss.
    She loves you more since you went away;
    Marriage,
    settles her mind everyday.

    Don’t just lie there…in that boxbed; get up,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…please dry the tears that fill our eyes.
    More than life, we want you free…to live;
    Sharing
    gentle peace…you kindly give.

    Oh, but rightly so; there with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    War!…demands life-blood for freedom’s niche.
    Fighting with a greater love, we painfully admit,
    Paper clouds
    must cover–a soldier, Chris.
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  • A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

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    A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

    The child is amazement on a foreign track;
    At least, this birth arrives–clicky d’ clack!
    A son arises on time…for an eastern train.
    Dangling with dad…by the reason he came.

    Obaasan found time for a railing goodbye;
    Taking-up the expense of a Tokyo joy-ride.
    The child needs to pass through such a trip;
    Otherwise, he’ll not know the value of a tip.

    Clicking along, while dangling from dad;
    A train ride is fun!…well, it’s not half bad.
    Daniel’s blank expression shows little joy;
    That’s a clever dispose…for a smart boy.

    From a foreign train…to a pony express;
    Father and son…ride joyfully thru a mess.
    Delightfully enduring a pressing smother;
    Appeasing misery for a homesick mother.

    Of all…of life’s acts, how long can it last;
    Balancing with survival…of a crazy past?
    Keep-on, Son!; ’til you reach the dawn;
    Do it!…until finally, you’re on your own.

    Life is a combat–fighting hand-to-hand;
    Experience is the edge!…for a clever man.
    Where you are now, dad,…has once been.
    A solution to life…is a conquest of friends.
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  • A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

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    A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

    The child is amazement on a foreign track;
    At least, this birth arrives–clicky d’clack!
    A son arises on time…for an eastern train.
    Dangling with dad…by the reason he came.

    Obaasan found time for a railing goodbye;
    Taking-up the expense of a Tokyo joy-ride.
    The child needs to pass through such a trip;
    Otherwise, he’ll not know the value of a tip.

    Clicking along, while dangling from dad;
    A train ride is fun!…well, it’s not half bad.
    Daniel’s blank expression shows little joy;
    That’s a clever dispose…for a smart boy.

    From a foreign train…to a pony express;
    Father and son…ride joyfully thru a mess.
    Delightfully enduring a pressing smother;
    Appeasing misery for a homesick mother.

    Of all…of life’s acts, how long can it last;
    Balancing with survival of a crazy past?
    Keep-on, Son!; ’til you reach the dawn;
    Do it!…until finally, you’re on your own.

    Life is a combat–fighting hand-to-hand;
    Experience is the edge!…for a clever man.
    Where you are now, dad has…once been.
    A solution to life…is a conquest of friends.
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