My Poetry - Poem by Edwina Reizer
"Tis sad to think that when I die
I must leave my words behind.
I'd like to take them with me
wrapped up in my mind.
For I'm certain the mind stays alive
and is privy to all that is.
And to leave them to this earthly realm
is like I've failed an important quiz.
Words of beauty, truth and love
belong in a gentler place,
One where all is fair and just
and filled with blessed grace.
I've yet to find that on this earth.
I thought that it was here.
But the unseemly acts of ones unkind
make my words want to disappear.
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