No Mourning
Do not expect me to mourn the dead
I never like to wait on the death bead
Or the graves of the greats or beloved
I visit them in their great minds instead
As they pass away the thoughts outrun
High life never dwell in a burying room
Great souls transcend the body or tomb
Millions die unremembered
But great minds are numbered
There is no mourning in the fact of death
After life spirit goes on with immortal breath
- Author: arobot ( Offline)
- Published: August 13th, 2020 08:13
- Category: Unclassified
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