24 Hours To Live - Poem by M.. BERRYANN
Christmas was truly magical,
Sharing love’s tender gift,
To sing a merry madrigal,
And ring in a New Year’s riff!
But, March can deal us madness,
Spring can go unseen,
In death’s certain sadness
We grey the growing green.
A last sunset will be framed,
As a last song fades away,
A cold molded stone will be reluctantly named,
And yours will pray.
Was it a blessing to have known?
Or a curse to have not?
Would most souls rather be shown?
Would most rather be given a shot?
To love yours like never before,
To hug yours until the end of the world,
To kiss yours until your lips will kiss no more,
To love yours like never before.
Written by Mark L. Berryann ©2011
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