Robert Sessions Smilie, Jr Poems

A life lived.
Filled like pages in a book.
A book all too short.
A book we must write.
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Pieces of worn and tattered lace.
Letters and cards filling empty space.
Faded pictures of moments past.
Relics from a time that could not last.
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Bugles blare from morning's fog.
They pay The Garrey Owen.
In the snows of the cold moons they play.
Play for the son of the Morning Star.
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