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Mar 10, 2022 · At the end of the day. Even those who have strayed. We are all the same. No one is better than another, it’s not in a name. Treat others how you want to be treated. If we all did this and we just repeated. You never know when your life will be changed. And you find everything rearranged.
It was gone, And then so were you. I wondered how I'd ever make it through. I begged and pleaded for you to stay, But you left anyway. And I'm slowly realizing.. That it's better this way. I've found my sunshine, But not in you. I found it in a man with eyes so blue, Who smiles and laughs with me too. I've realized that you were not the ...
A Better Place. This poem came to me after a request by a visitor to the site to find a poem that would be appropriate for remembering a birthday (October 27) of a young woman, Kristin Michelle Tomalson, killed by a drunk driver on July 3, 1999. The story reminded me of another Kristin Francis, killed in the mid 1970's Farrell's Ice Cream ...
A Better Place She’s in a better place right now Than she’s ever been before, All pain is gone, she’s now at rest, Nothing troubles her anymore. It’s we who feel the burden of Our sadness and our grief, We have to cry, to mourn our loss, Before we get relief. We know we’ll reconnect with her At the end of each life’s road,
poems for a better world - For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the ...
Mar 10, 2012 · To the richest earthly kings, We are all connected. We are all connected. To the clouds and wind and rain, To the sunlight as it dances. On meadow, hills and plain, To the tiny crystal of a snowflake. To the swirling cloud of dust. From the bonds called love and family.
As I cried, he gave me this look from which I gathered meant what are you crying for. I asked him was he still fighting. He said no. Although he said no, he wasn't a quitter; he fought until the very end. I know you're in a better place where there are no tears. I won't cry for you, Papa, because I know you're okay. We love George!
