Wednesday, August 19, 2009

       Beyond Then

 

Just months now since you flew

Propped up in mourning bed

A thousand things to tend

But nothing I might mend

 

Alone with many voices

Piercing pity gloom

Something we must bear

New smiles we’re sworn to wear

 

Attractions go misplaced

Pass through the daily mind

The wonder of mere grace

Where footsteps now are traced

 

       Anonymous

 

 

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