For Sixteen Hours Of Life Poem by Mark Heathcote

For Sixteen Hours Of Life



Too many question asked
Let's all sleep - pretend.
Life is just a sleeping-
Dream: a waking friend.

For sixteen hours of life
We all sleep to glow…
Laugh like garden flowers
…Run through the snow.

Grab them day's aside…
And shake their hand.
Because when awake—
What remains is grand.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014
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