Mark Pietrosanto Poems

I expected more the day you died.
It seems as though the poets lied.
21 years young the angels came,
They took your hand and called your name.
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I sometimes wonder why we wait
It seems to be a steady gait.
The time of youth, but we must wait.
It doesn't seem that fast a gait.
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Sometimes what you achieve
is what you believe.
Our capabilities are so vast
we cannot be judged by our past.
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It is peaceful they said as he took his last air
But I still believe there was struggle still there.
Shall I go or I stay,
which is the way
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