Fear not young man, we'll meet again.
Wipe away those tears for now.
Know that I walk among the angels,
joyous and free of corporeal pain.
In your dreams, while you sleep,
we are there; a protecting comfort.
Please don't despair, live proud,
be bold, be strong for us both.
My poor child, don't you know?
We the dead, weep for the living...
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Poetic License to Live
PoetryA collection of my generally short poems. As I get older and busier I find myself ever drawn to this brilliant art form.
