warner treuter


My O My - Poem by warner treuter

We say, We miss our loved ones when they die,
But then, We'll meet again beyond the sky.
Will we know them? Will the old be old?
And of the infants, could your own be told?
Would you keep your old aunt old forever?
And your lost baby young to grow up never?
All our ideas of God and Heaven on high........
So silly and irrational, O My!


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  • Mehta Hasmukh AmathalalMehta Hasmukh Amathalal (4/27/2010 10:00:00 PM)

    And your lost baby young to grow up never?
    All our ideas of God and Heaven on high........
    So silly and irrational, O My!

    yes of course silly thoughts as no one has come fromthat place to narrte what and how it is... gret poem....10

    read m ine visiting hell.. go back
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 17, 2009



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