Kerouac Lives - 68 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 68
I died when he died
My parents had died
Life was a nightmare
Then...he made me dream
Death can be painful but life must go on. Beautiful poem
Kingsley, thank you for your wise observation about life and death. Happy that you found the poem to be beautiful.
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Many THANKS, Kevin for having added this poem to your favourites!