Dear and gentle friends
May I speak of life and hope?
Of what I wish for you,
That in this life you each may cope.
Your faces come to me at night
When I would seek my rest,
Tis then I ponder all our goodness
And wish for you the best.
The solitary moments of regret,
My words oft left unsaid,
When I should have spoken candidly
Of those who now are dead.
Life briefness goes unnoticed
And silence is a thief,
As tears are brushed away from eyes
And none can find relief.
O' Tender hearts and dearest souls,
Let not one day go by,
Without the time of friends embraced
For too quickly we may die.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 4:22 PM UTC
Dear and gentle friends
May I speak of life and hope?
Of what I wish for you,
That in this life you each may cope.
Your faces come to me at night
When I would seek my rest,
Tis then I ponder all our goodness
And wish for you the best.
The solitary moments of regret,
My words oft left unsaid,
When I should have spoken candidly
Of those who now are dead.
Life briefness goes unnoticed
And silence is a thief,
As tears are brushed away from eyes
And none can find relief.
O' Tender hearts and dearest souls,
Let not one day go by,
Without the time of friends embraced
For too quickly we may die.
copyright 2009 by S. E. Johnson
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