A Widows Dream

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This is a poem I made about all the things going around me at the time, and please leave feed back.

Submitted: October 28, 2011

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Why should we cry over a gone dead man?

Why shoudn't we be happy; they are free.

For, we can not let go of which is man.

I fear it will prevent us to be.

To be something of great beauty and glory.

For, we are just human so weak and plain.

We cry when we should praise.

And, we fill rage when we should feel happiness.

Death.

We all know it's coming, but we still fear it.

For, we love it.

For, death is truely the most happiest moment in our life.

For, we are set Free.

So, just wait for that day.

For, one day I'll see you that Widow said.

For, it is my dream to be free with you my dear.


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