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    She Came to Me a Stranger
    She Came to Me a Stranger
    She Came to Me a Stranger
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    She Came to Me a Stranger

    By Gordon Bostic

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    As a medium, poetry should express the hopes and dreams, trials and tribulations of everyday life. The stories of the people we pass on the street each day whom we don't know and, probably, never will. This book examines the aspects of everyday life as a means to reflect on our dreams, aspirations, shortcomings, and failures.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateMar 15, 2018
    ISBN9781641388320
    She Came to Me a Stranger
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    Gordon Bostic

    Gordon Bostic was born in West Virginia and grew up in Virginia. A graduate of James Madison University and Fairleigh Dickinson University, he worked as a computer scientist and a software engineer for most of his life. He began writing at a young age as a way of expressing himself, his feelings and his view of the world. Gordon has also had an interest in telling his stories in one way or another. "She Came to Me a Stranger" is his third novel. Gordon currently lives on the Jersey Shore with his wife Susan.

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      She Came to Me a Stranger - Gordon Bostic

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      She Came to Me a Stranger

      Gordon Bostic

      Copyright © 2018 Gordon Bostic

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      Page Publishing, Inc

      New York, NY

      First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2018

      ISBN 978-1-64138-831-3 (Paperback)

      ISBN 978-1-64138-832-0 (Digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Dedication

      To my brothers, Jon and Tim, who have always been there for me.

      She Came to Me a Stranger

      She came to me a stranger

      Although she seemed to know

      Secret things about myself

      That no one else should know.

      She came to me a stranger

      I’ve never met before

      But with a certain aura

      That I could not ignore.

      She came to me a stranger

      Whom I did not know well.

      A passerby in journey

      To where, she would not tell.

      She came to me a stranger

      And left me much the same.

      We shared a brief interlude

      But did not catch her name.

      She Proved to Be the Spider

      She proved to be the spider

      And I . . . I was the fly.

      She’s the one who spun the web

      And I just happened by.

      She lured me with her favors

      And made me to believe

      She’s the prize I need to claim

      As love we can achieve.

      Then once I was entangled

      She moved in for the kill.

      She proved to be the spider

      And I was her next meal.

      A Candle in My Window

      There’s a candle in my window

      That burns only for you.

      Which, hopefully, will guide your steps,

      Your journey to see through.

      There’s a candle in my window

      That burns throughout the night

      As a beacon for your return

      And as your guiding light.

      There’s a candle in my window

      I placed there just for you.

      To be a constant reminder

      I sit and wait for you.

      There’s a candle in my window

      So you can clearly see

      That when your journey is complete

      It’ll guide you back to me.

      My Epithet

      Don’t cry for me in my demise

      It is my time to die.

      I lived the life I wished to live

      So there’s no tears to cry.

      I never did an evil thing

      But lapses I have had.

      I tried to do what I thought best

      That have sometimes turned bad.

      I leave this life with few regrets

      Of errors I have made.

      That’s not to say there weren’t mistakes

      But most someone forgave.

      I mostly did what I had wished

      And touched a life or two.

      Though none will claim that I was great

      I paid what I thought due.

      And in my passing I would like

      My epithet to say:

      "He merely was a mortal man

      Who strove to find his way."

      The Markers by the Road

      We do not handle tragedy

      The way we thought we would

      As we race to build

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