Open Poetry #46 |
Token |
pinkfrog462 Junior Member
since 2010-09-24
Posts 26Arizona |
Token There is this room In time and space I can almost picture Her old wrinkled face She has lived So long until now She was quite perfect In a way somehow But when I look back And think very hard I can remember That sweet simple card It said to remember The good and the bad For it has made me Happy and sad Trust in the future And see what it holds And when things get tough Remember it folds Pull out this card When you are missing me And remember my pain is gone I have now been set free For more poems visit my website at www.wordsbybeth.com |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Poignantly written... It sometimes seems strange what tokens remain. This world seems so important, and then so much more to learn! |
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