Ere break of day and dawns caress
Till sunset lays our cares to rest
We march and toil to gain what's true
With burdens many, respites few
And labor on with hope that may
In some small measure light the way
Of those dear ones in times accord
Who carry close the treasured word
Our presence left in some small part
Indelibly writ upon the heart
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Author:
Rhan Sterling Henry (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2026 08:09
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wonderful rhyme and beautiful words characterize this piece. So nicely written
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