And When He Turns To Dust Poem by RIC BASTASA
And When He Turns To Dust
and then he is laid to rest
and be left in the silence of his grave...
the grasses take charge and
some seeds may grow to make flowers
no, not for him anymore
he turns to bones to dust he shall return
and there will be no more songs
no poems, not even his name shall be remembered
his songs perhaps but only for a while
our destiny like his is always in the beauty of forgetting...
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