02-23-2009 08:59 PM
Since poetry seems to be the theme I thought I would throw another of mine out there.
Each day gives way to a restless night.
Every morning the frost fears the light.
Just as the pianist strikes his final note.
Or the cry of a child is but too remote.
Love, prayer and pain hold truth in these dark times.
Must everyone pay for someone else’s crimes?
Say goodbye to a loved one as the day closes.
For tomorrow there will be only a casket of roses.
Close your eyes now and sleep, only darkness to fear.
As the night gives way to morning you will have cried all your tears.
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