Clive McDonald

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A Son's Tribute
A debt of honor, I rightly owe,
To the shaper of, my fledgling soul,
Her hand with love, correction dealt,
Compassion lived, and sorrow felt,
I imagine I’m watching, that ghastly event
The sky torn with blackness, the veil has been rent
A parched throaty cry barely comes from my mouth
Can this be that justice that needs to be dealt?
Grief Encountered
Grief’s the longing of the soul,
For what might have been
Pain the lasting mark,
Of lost joy’s sweetest beam,
Pages turn, questions burn
No way to tie the ends
Concepts swirl, confusion curls
The chords of my mind in knots
When Dreams Die
What is a dream, but a persistent whim?
It's a flight of fancy which flits and whirls
But returns to try to assert its will
A paper tiger, which by sheer resolve


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