Rod Morris

Rookie - 191 Points (14-09-1934 / Auckland, New Zealand)

The Very Last Pebble - Poem by Rod Morris

When one's pebble of life falls in the pond,
The lights gone out, you're in the beyond.
There's no more, you've reached the end,
Credits all gone, there's nothing to spend.
Life's spreadsheet is empty, so is the till,
All that you've left is your spirit and will.
In the hearts of those that you impressed,
You'll live with them as a cherished guest.

Topic(s) of this poem: Life

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 19, 2015

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