Friday, February 5, 2010
On 6:43 PM by Rebekah Tracy in Poem 2 comments
How can it be?
That you should go
And I remain
Here all alone
How can it be?
That you should soar away
And I should stay behind
We carry you
To where you shall rest
We lay you down
In this cold, cold ground
We lay you down to sleep
Forever
In this cold, cold ground
I shall never
Hear your laughter
Never see your
Bright, shining eyes
Ever again
Why must you go ahead?
And leave me far behind
Here you lie
Till the end of time
We’ve lain you down
In this cold, cold ground
We’ve lain you down to sleep
Forever
In this cold, cold ground
So many years
Have passed away
And you are but
A memory
But time runs out
You won’t be long alone
For we shall follow soon
Here you’ve lain
We will lie down too
Here beside you
In this same cold ground
We will lie down to sleep
Forever
In this cold, cold ground
(written 11/7/08)
That you should go
And I remain
Here all alone
How can it be?
That you should soar away
And I should stay behind
We carry you
To where you shall rest
We lay you down
In this cold, cold ground
We lay you down to sleep
Forever
In this cold, cold ground
I shall never
Hear your laughter
Never see your
Bright, shining eyes
Ever again
Why must you go ahead?
And leave me far behind
Here you lie
Till the end of time
We’ve lain you down
In this cold, cold ground
We’ve lain you down to sleep
Forever
In this cold, cold ground
So many years
Have passed away
And you are but
A memory
But time runs out
You won’t be long alone
For we shall follow soon
Here you’ve lain
We will lie down too
Here beside you
In this same cold ground
We will lie down to sleep
Forever
In this cold, cold ground
(written 11/7/08)
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Wow, that is really awesome. You write really good poetry!!! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rachael!
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