Rallying Thoughts Poem by Timothy Long
Rallying Thoughts
of box and pen,
wonder won,
death we smile at,
why cant i cry for thee,
is this the end?
fire embers burn there too,
it was either the pen or the vien,
to dull out this pain,
pray my soul,
to take cause when i die everything go blank and all black,
i suddenly had a thought i was going to die,
then everything became all right with the world,
what a terminal illness tears can be.
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