The time shall come for you, for all
When we shall take our final rest,
And we should face that final call,
If we lived our lives, as blest.
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If death shall be an endless sleep
where all pressures, dreams shall cease,
one would never have a need to weep
lying in eternal peace.
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No longer weep for me, when I lie dead
And thou hast heard the solemn, tolling bell,
Give credence to the fact that I have fled
An unkind world, wherein I once did dwell.
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Today my melancholy
Walks hand in hand with gloom.
The face of my tomorrow
Reflects impending doom.
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Where are the poets of my youth,
Who knew the power of rhyme?
They opened doors to life for me,
Enchanted with their imagery
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My fellow man, let me address
A confused world in deep distress;
'Tis rife with greed, graft, fear and hate,
As sinners search for Heavens gate.
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Try it, you may like it.
Last night I sold my motorhome,
Today, the tear drops flowed;
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My muse just up and left me,
Didn't even say goodbye;
I sit amid'st my darkness,
Devoid of tears to cry.
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Will thou love me come the'morrow
As you did in yesteryear,
For my heart is full of sorrow;
Tell me, tell me, my sweet dear.
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Ofttimes when in a dark despair,
With troubles on my mind,
I amble to my fishing hole
Bait hook and drop a line.
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