Bob Densmore

Rookie (12 24 50 / Dallas)

When I'M Gone - Poem by Bob Densmore

The sun will rise the earth will heat.
And every heart will keep its beat.

Flowers will open in their colors of bloom.
And flying things will suckle their sweet perfume.

Look up and see the dance of the trees.
As the music of wind plays the melody.

Rejoice in your life as the world moves on.
And think of me kindly when I am gone.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, June 7, 2010


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