The Big Man Upstairs Poem by Hannah Shier
The Big Man Upstairs
Death.
It's a
sad
thing.
And yet,
why sad?
He's
going
to meet
his
Maker.
Why sad?
He's
up there.
Watching.
Waiting.
Patiently.
'Till
you, go to
be
up there
with him,
too.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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