Nothing is ever really forgotten
In death I have guilt
In pride I have passion
Events in my life
We're coins I could not spend They have sat in my pocket
For all these long years
Still there when I'm laid down
to start the long Sleep....
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Events and things we carry with us every day until the last second are like coins we never spend....
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Very nice idea.
Is your profile pic meant to be upside down?
Ha ha... yes Gary
Represents my
Sometimes upside
Down life...
Thank you for your
Nice comment...
There are always things to do and goals to reach, but you can't do them all. Nice thought to this P.H.
Thank you WBL...
don't make any change yet , bloody buddie!
Thanks WW....
I'll try....
Just remember you CAN take it with you but it'll be no darn good.
Ha ha... thanks Michael
Good write.
Thank you GF60
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