Souls Of Many Poem by Dave Alan Walker

Don't pity the dead; pity the living. I'm sure I have recently heard that somewhere. Terrific write once again Dave you never seem to disappoint my friend. Regards. Craig.

Their fear was for us and not for them... Most definitely! I think this poem should make a lot of people less afraid of dying. Great one, Dave.

Hahaha maybe the body store the pain and soul is free form...For real the souls are the things who made up ourself, like a clay we made physically in variety shape..or even in same shape..but if we have a soul then soul will transform what the identity we want to be...We were born like we are now, we never choose by whom, where and when we get born..but we always have a chance to be better person as long as we want, the souls we have is a real form, make life is more alive..not physically or physiologically how we made...Look at the identical twins, did we claim them as one identity as they have same look? or look at the handicaps are they lack of emotion because not complete in body or look at old man and young kid, is that the soul of old man is bigger? the thing we must preserve is to be what we want to be, if we want peace so let soul talk about love, if we like war sure hate is our soul...So let your soul decide what it want to be, whoever you are the soul is your real form! _Unwritten Soul

Stunning poem, phenomenally written!

ohh! ! ! ! ! great it is! As a poet yours observation and views are very deep! once again you proved by this poem of yours! keep it up! Best wishes! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !