Why? Poem by Gladys Gladys

Why?

Rating: 5.0


A young boy, seven years old pale and thin
Smiles,
Reads,
and prays
In a bed, next to the living dead.
Every morning and every night
He knows there is and End, he wants to be prepared to fly.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 19 November 2008

why? well...you give the answer in your last line...good piece, Gladys...deep well framed...10

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Nancy Custodio 17 November 2008

well thats true nothing all ways be ready to die cause its true sooner we are all going to die not today but some day...

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Joseph Poewhit 17 November 2008

Nothing like being prepared

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