Mark Twain

(November 30, 1835 – April 21, 1910 / Florida, Missouri)

To Jennie


Good-bye! a kind good-bye,
I bid you now, my friend,
And though 'tis sad to speak the word,
To destiny I bend

And though it be decreed by Fate
That we ne'er meet again,
Your image, graven on my heart,
Forever shall remain.

Aye, in my heart thoult have a place,
Among the friends held dear,-
Nor shall the hand of Time efface
The memories written there.
Goodbye,
S.L.C.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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  • Eli Clevenger (2/20/2014 12:57:00 PM)

    Mark Twain was one of my favorite poets. This poem tells what alot of people need to know. When people die, you shouldn't be sad, you should be happy that they passed because they know have happiness. (Report) Reply

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