Walter C. Edwards

Farthers Gate - Poem by Walter C. Edwards

My fathers death was not quick but slow,
now in winters blows I feel his cold,
the heart is burning bright,
in such dim light,
snow betting down,
near the place I work,
fifty years later I drive down the same roads,
the shadow stands upon me out the windows,
I am now old, into winters quake.
to rest to soon for me,
but now at heavens gate again.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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