By: Cedric McClester

As it’s written,
It shall be
We have a date
With destiny
Though it’s hard
For us to see
Exactly when
That may be

A few words
To ease the  mind
It’s all about
What’s left behind
And while alive
Are we kind
By accident
Or the Divine

Blessed are those
Who promote peace
Or try to calm
The savage beast
Then often let
The hungry feast
On food or thought
At the very least

Though not here,
Still, not gone
Our memories
Will linger on
Cuz they were blessed
When they were born
They leave us
On earth to morn






















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.