How many souls that have gone by
Have seen the sunrise such as I,
Seen the moon in the morning sky,
Had a flower catch their eye?
How many souls now dead and gone,
Had wondered why they were born,
Had listen to the swallows song
Or contemplate why ants are strong?
How many souls now laid to rest,
Finished out their lifetime quest,
Felt content they'd done their best,
Ran the race and past the test?
There are many souls I am sure,
Have faced these thoughts that I endure,
Have sang the same rhetorical score,
And contemplated all this before.
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wow Uncle Frank that is really good poetry right there. thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYou sure have a gift for poetry.
ReplyDeleteI think this is one of your better writings.
Love you Bro.
Gene
It's good...what can I say
ReplyDeleteLove Barbara