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Death of a Man

Poetry By: MAmberConrad

My stepmother's dad died this past week. I did not know him very well. He was 88 when he died. The week before he was golfing and fishing and running around. He died of a stroke.

Submitted:Dec 11, 2007    Reads: 822    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   

Where do we go from here

From the earth

Why has life been taken away

As quick as a birth

Many eyes tread tears

Reflections of our soul

I hid mine from the others

They knew not where to go

Hearts that are loved

Broken, taken, treaded upon

Black clothes are taken off

At the setting of the sun

I knew not of the Colonel

Of the man who loved to fish

I never knew of the man

Or of what may be his wish

But did I cry?

Yes, yes I did

Inside I cried

From my soul it was not hid

Does he know I cry?

Yes, yes I believe so

For the man I never really knew

Is finally safely home


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