Treasure Island

Danny The Dreamer Boyd


It's rather painful knowing life could end,
Without a warning, notice, now, today;
No chance to give your dear and parting friend,
No time to reminisce 'bout youth when gray.
Imagine I but can't how'd I all lose,
And be the one to bury her or you;
I know I have to face plenty adieus,
Yet how without those who help me get trough?
I'll miss the feeling life have passed me by:
As suddenness' a such mere dire surprise;
And wail, or weep, or pass a passing sigh,
Regretting all of those unsaid goodbyes.
Go first, my friend, or spend a frightful life,
Just knowing death is always lurking, rife.

Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 20, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (7/20/2013 7:06:00 AM)

    go first my friend or spend a frightful life, wonderful write. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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