How Many More Days?

How Many More Days? short poem

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HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Will the rain come?
HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Will the clouds hide the sun?
HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Will I have to spend feeling
Blue, missing you…
HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Well I just gotta know
HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Will it take to get my point
Across to them and will
They ever see things from
My perspective, get to know
Him, come to love him oh
HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Will they keep him a prisoner
Under lock and key, well I
Just wish they’d believe his
Story and set him free, oh will
I ever get my point across…
I’m tired of feeling blue, missing
You and wondering…
HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Will the dark clouds hide the sun
HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Will the rain come, will the rain come
HOW MANY MORE DAYS
Until I can get my point across…
HOW MANY, HOW MANY MORE DAYS!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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