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Jun 2019
Carry me down by the river,
The place where the wind blows,
Where massive trees grow and die,
And the soil is cool and moist.

Gather just a few of the devoted,
To reminisce how great it was,
Where sunlight falls like a mist,
And the tears dry from the eyes.

Stand lovingly next to one another,
Hold hands and listen to the priest,
Take Biblical verse to reveal my life,
Now gone but not forgotten he says.

Look skyward as the clouds pass,
Feel how you've lost part of your soul,
Revel in the passage of time and future,
And peace will come when the day is done.

This life we share is a momentary flight,
With turns and twists surprises us all,
For granted how we consume the air,
Believing that this life endures forever,

Let us now pray and sing religious songs,
Look steadily at one another so gathered,
Place me deep into the cool and moist soil,
Then leave and pretend life is unending.

From here to there and then to nothing,
We count our days with our happiness,
Quick how we forget life is a mixture,
Of hurt and pain and joy and sorrow,
We all forget and just live for tomorrow.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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