Open Poetry #44 |
Preface |
Rex Member
since 2000-06-29
Posts 482Houston, Texas |
To those who dwell in gladness, And know the lights of Life; To those who wake in dawns Golden with fulfilment,snd to those Whose hands are clasped Close within hands beloved... I only say: These lines are not for you... Pass on,less sorrow Find your flower-strewn path, And linger on the way. But to those many,those bleak of heart, That dwell among the shadows, And who know deep tears of loss; To those whom Desolation Has chosen for its own, And who walk in weariness apart, I say: Read on...a kindred feeling Is a spirit hand Reaching through the darkness To briefly touch Your own. When death Has stilled my tired heart, And taken from my faltering hand The pen with which I have so vainly strived To etch in words The beauties,joys,dreams... The brooding fears And soundless sorrows I have known; I ask to have placed Within the hands of her I loved, This book of futile Heart-wrung verse, To do with as she will... To read and cherish, Or to scan And to forget. It is all I shall have Left to give. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Feelings are a most precious gift, dear Rex. I love this preface. Love, Margherita |
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Rex Member
since 2000-06-29
Posts 482Houston, Texas |
Margherita.... Thank you,I appreciate your views. Regards. |
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