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Dom Mart Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 164Florida |
"Here lies John Doe," the inscription said On the stone they placed at John Doe's head. The grass and the flowers were fragrant and sweet That grew at the bottom of John Doe's feet. Then after a while, the weather erased The letters that on the stone had been traced. The grass grew wild, the flowers' seeds Were pushed aside by the roots of weeds. That someone was buried here passersby knew, But after so many years, they didn't know who. The mind abhors a vacuum, and so They'd point and say, "There lies some poor John Doe." People's memory of you, their memory of me, Stones notwithstanding, aren't likely to be As long as their memory of Mrs. Doe's son, Who died with a name that could fit anyone. |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
DM, this was a very creative poem. Nice story you tell, and with a lot of truth. good writing! A life isn't significant except for its impact on other lives. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Sad, but ringing with truth.  Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau" |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Well done, Dom! I love this! Denise |
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