Category Archives: Death

When Autumn Comes

When Autumn comes and visits me And Summers end I can foresee Remaining years are on the wane Cherished days won’t come again My shackles soon set free Life like the deciduous tree Watching it’s adornment flee While embracing falls refrain When … Continue reading

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Florence

I remember seeing her sitting there at a table in the recreation room of the nursing home, staring out the window.  As I passed by, she looked my way, so I smiled and waved and she waved back.  Since I was there … Continue reading

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I Went To See A Friend Today

I went to see a friend today A friend I had not seen Since he was in his twenties And I was still a teen We were both inseparable then See one, you’d see the other Sharing everything we did. … Continue reading

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The Colors Of Freedom

We face each other The distance shorter with each day Each cloaked in the stench of death Cannon, silent but alert, line the hills Their voice kills my brothers Who like me, struggle to survive another day Each believing God … Continue reading

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When I Walked By

Alas when final words are spoken And when all respects are paid When my bond with life has broken And away my body has been laid When all the years that I collected Reflect the times when I walked by … Continue reading

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Cemetery Street

CEMETERY STREET The pavement laid with cobbled stone Smoothed by the years, beneath my feet Greets me as I walk alone On Cemetery Street Behind the walls where death is sown Where souls of yesterday retreat And remnants of the … Continue reading

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Welcome Home

She sits alone before the massive windows of the terminal, staring absently at the tarmac.  Silently she waits, radiating an air of calm introspection.  It is not until one draws closer that they can see past the ramrod straight back … Continue reading

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