DAVID GERARDINO

Rookie (9/19/1963)

My Foot Prints 8971 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

DEATH, is a drifter,
a pipers tune, a fairy
tale, with icy hands,
DEATH, is barren,
exhausted, totally
vacant, a ho hum from
the floppy hats.
LIFE, penatraits this
slacker, and pomps
it full of gold, your gold,
my gold.
LIFE, a candle, a
commercial, a muted
beauty, full of effortless
peace.....and love,
your love, my love.....

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  • (10/27/2005 6:47:00 PM)


    i feel you tread a fine line between death and life and in this poem david you
    dwell on the subject playing the strings of life with a delicate touch
    life death peace i love the piece about the floppy hats

    Warm regards Allan
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2005



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