God saw he was tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around him and whispered "come with me"
With tearful eyes I watched him suffer
And I saw him fade away
Although I loved him dearly
I could not make him stay
A golden heart stopped beating.
Hardworking hands rested
God broke my heart to prove to me he only takes the best
I think all of us can connect to this. Or well I can.
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Life in learning
PoetrySome of these are dark an some at about new found strength. There's also love and other ones that helped me in a lot of situations. So it has a little bit of everything for everybody. Some are mine and others are other people's and I give them cre...
