Billy Loving Poems

What would I see?
If a bird I could be
Soaring through the air
Of life's troubles unaware
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Gasping for breath
Awaiting death
Chest heaving up and down
As it lies upon the ground
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Mask approaching the face
Eyes scanning from place to place
To the anesthesia, I slowly succumb
Senses starting to numb
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Playfully frolicking through the forest
Occasionally stopping for a brief rest
Swatting paws fill the air
As they wrestle without a care
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Prayers for the dead
Some words of repentance said
Blank eyes, staring at the ceiling
Not knowing what she's feeling
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A fine young gent was he
His happiness everyone could see
Leaving every day
Going merrily about his way
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Bouquet of flowers brought
Some solace sought
Her way through the woods she has found
To a solemn piece of ground
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Slowly dissipating into the sea
As miniscule as can be
Fine grains of sand
Disappearing from my hand
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