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I Did it His Way (A Poem)
The night is here, the end is near My body aches and cries for rest Still I toil with sweat and tears Till I breathe my very last breath. The field is ripe for harvest, But where have the workers gone? It has been a long hard day, I did it His way. A long, long time...![Poems for Suffering Children](http://www.drpaulwong.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Poem-Suffering-Children.jpg)
Poems for Suffering Children
Who Am I? My name is written on the sand— Am I a sandman? My name is written on the sky— Am I a raindrop From the cloud above? My name is written on the sea— Am I a ripple Of the mighty ocean That kisses the rocks into sand? (This is meant to be a fun poem, conveying...![Ode to an 80-year-old Chinese: Climbing Sacramental Street (A Poem)](http://www.drpaulwong.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Poem-Climbing-Sacramental-Street.jpg)
Ode to an 80-year-old Chinese: Climbing Sacramental Street (A Poem)
unsplash-logoAmy Rollo The burden of time Gets heavier With each step uphill. I need to go home To my tiny home In this foreign land. I want to go home, But where is my home-home, To which my heart belongs? I must climb the hill, Against the gravity of Age and sorrows...![Ode to a Cancer Man (Poems)](http://www.drpaulwong.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Poem-Ode-to-a-Cancer-Man-1.jpg)