Donald Yates


Rest - Poem by Donald Yates

Silver moonlight beaming down
over woods and pond
tall dark pines standing proud
waiting for the dawn.
Nights turn into day and back to night
as time passes by,
a child is born learns to walk
and a bird learns to fly.
We come and go each of us
fighting to the end,
when we pass
on one hand
we can total up our friends.
So it matters not what you do
only that it's your best,
and when your days draw to an end
you will find your peaceful rest.

'1975'


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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