When there cannot
Be tomorrow
Think of me
Without the sorrow
Old men die
Children are left
But all your love
Inside me kept.
Upon my journey
Who can say
Except those
Along this way
To travel on
Who knows where
I wrap myself
Inside your care.
Lift your heads
Try not to weep
Our precious memories
Hold and keep
Love I feel
Can never die
Its with me
As now I fly.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Really really beautiful one
Thanking you very much appreciated
Good write N. And now - Precious memories too, of when buses would pass by, and even stop at bus stops. Must have been a long time ago - about 200 years?! lol.
that was when the horse and cart picked you up, bloody no 7 lol
A clever and catchy rhyme is delivered in this poetic report of holding onto love through life and into death. Nicely done my friend
thanking you much appreciated read
Always most welcome Norman
Like a poetic last will and legacy 👍🏻🕊️
Suppose it is my friend, thanks and appreciation
We all have a precious sepia-toned memory within us...
It certainly is, thanks and appreciation for read Lorenz
Beautiful.
most kind, thanks and much appreciation
Norman, this really moved me. There’s such tenderness in facing death through love rather than fear…quiet, heartfelt, and deeply human. Beautiful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanking you always much appreciated my friend
Sad yet truly touching piece of verse
thanking you always much appreciated
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