Good things never last forever
All things must turn to dust.
I knew my island wouldn’t last forever
But I never thought it would end thus
The Greeks called him Pluto
Some people call him death
Others call him fait
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Whatever the name
He came,
Over my little island.
He came
He walked on its shores
He came
This time in the form of a hurricane
He came
Hundreds of miles an hour
He came
Over the little lake,
Where my little island once stood.
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Good things never last forever
All things must turn to dust.
I knew my island wouldn’t last forever
But I never thought it would end thus
Dedicated to Carol, Susan, and Sally- for all their comments
Alternative ending ONLY in e-book
thans tim a very enjoyable story i will be proud to download it kudos
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks, cant wait for the e-book! :)