Warren P. Althouse

Anchorage, Alaska, USA

Warren has been writing poetry for 20 years. A long haul truck driver from California, he recently moved to Alaska and is awe struck with all the beauty. The Library of Poetry has published several of his poems and he has one collection out entitled "La Book." Warren believes that every person is put into his life for a reason and no matter what the reason may be, he learns from each and every experience. He is also a firm believer that everyday is a beautiful day and some days are more beautiful than others.

Where Were You?

When I took sick and stayed in bed
Not one call to check if I was alive or dead.
When you were lonely, I was always there
But for me nobody would ever dare.
I sat and made sure to share my car
When I needed help, it was always too far.
Sometimes, didn't have any, but always shared money
When I was down and out, no help, real funny.
I eat alone in restaurants, my holiday meals
Had you over, cupboards were bare, no big deal.
Over the years, had problems of my own
Helped solved yours, could have left you alone.
Where were you? When I needed a hug
You wanted to quit, I gave you another tug.
You are always sure to tell about the picnic in the park
Never asked me along, next I knew it was dark.
Love to hear about your walk in the rain
Inside me, hidden away, lies a lot of pain.
Talk to myself, no one ever listens
Love to hear your story of how the snow glistens.
Ever ask about my deepest fear?
No! guess not, you are too busy to hear.
New job coming up, have jitters, what do you care?
Bought you a cup of coffee, talked, just to be there.
Why is it taking so long? To get a pat on the back
When for you, many the time I did just that.
I realize you have a life of your own
Yet I have feelings too, and am here all alone.
I have always been there, just to be
Where were you? when it comes to me.

Heaven on Earth

Friends, family, drivers and such
A smile, hug a gentle touch
Politicians, Doctors, farmers they abound
Love and caring is all around
Scribes, poets, musicians, in their own way
Have so very very much to say,

God has put us together to listen and hear
To stand as one without fear
Seven eleven or even one
The battles that still need to be won
Victory is only within our reach
As we listen, counsel and teach
Man, woman, child of the land
Standing tall under his mighty hand
Pride and joy, daily flourish
As one to the other we constantly nourish
And assess our own worth
Here at home in heaven on earth.