November 20, 2014
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about death.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree/week.html.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The years may sing of darkness.
The heart still sings of light.
On the edge of evening,
The will holds off the night.
Ah, yes, the winter's coming.
We will not make it through.
Spring will burst with beauty,
But not for me and you.
This is not cause for sadness.
This is not cause for tears.
Our brief time here is timeless.
The song outlasts the years.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about death.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree/week.html.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The years may sing of darkness.
The heart still sings of light.
On the edge of evening,
The will holds off the night.
Ah, yes, the winter's coming.
We will not make it through.
Spring will burst with beauty,
But not for me and you.
This is not cause for sadness.
This is not cause for tears.
Our brief time here is timeless.
The song outlasts the years.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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