Coming And Going Poem by Lauren Coles
Coming And Going
Cars line up in the middle of the street and heads turn,
Cars don't have flags on them,
A herse is a special kind of car,
It's unfortunate to see,
People are born and die everyday,
You don't know how much time you have,
Saying goodbye is harder than saying hello.
Saturday, March 1, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: car,goodbye
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