Death We Fear, So Very Near. Poem by Michael Gale

Death We Fear, So Very Near.



Bestill death, we not do, very well...
Hopely, we'll travel to Heaven, not Hell.

Only time, will ever tell...
About our stillness, near.

Many drops of liquid tear...
Death of dead, we treadly, fear.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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