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Thank God That He's Gone
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Thank God That He's Gone |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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As I peruse the pages, Of the bards who’ve gone before... I’m humbled, and would feign lay down my pen. I read poetic jewels... And sonnets by the score... And scarce believe the authors were mere men. No words are quite like Shakespeare’s, No humor quite like Burns... And Kipling stirs in me a martial fire. And Tennyson, and Browning- For their eloquence one yearns, To write effectively is my desire. Again I take my plume in hand, And try to form the speech... To stir one’s heart, illuminate one’s mind. I fear that such vocabulary’s- Far beyond my reach... And not one scrap of art I’ll leave behind. Ah, think of me in passing- Another “might have been”... And carve this epitaph upon my stone. “Another dreaming drifter- A brother to the wind... He couldn’t write, so thank God that he’s gone”. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I like this.... although I disagree with the conclusion... |
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sans38 Member
since 2001-03-03
Posts 117Westland, Michigan |
I agree with Cpat : ) |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
I agree with Sans who agrees with Cpat.... |
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