The Embers Poem by marc molchan
The Embers
sharpes upon the hearth
the embers burn out
the fine white glow dies down
well wishers take their places
all gather round
to toast a few merry waves
upon life seasons gloom
to think again upon us now
ever so few; we clink our
glasses full or half put
we shelter the night for
each others cold pray now
that one may speech privy
to the sparkle candles lights
may we all be together
on heal of our plights vow
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