When There Was Nothing Left To Ignite Poem by Richard Jarboe
When There Was Nothing Left To Ignite
When there was nothing left to ignite,
My good friend died.
His last words, 'I got pain in my head.'
Then he was dead.
Now, if I die racing to your funeral,
I won't have to grieve,
If I die before they bury you,
I'll greet you when you leave.
We'll talk about give and take,
We'll walk upon the sea,
For what's left of us,
We won't have to retrieve.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 5:33:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
