Monday, October 11, 2010

Hope

When I'm dead and gone,
will you think about me,
and smile happy that though I'm gone
I was with you for a little while.

When it's time for me to bow,
time to take my leave,
would you miss and long to be with me
or wish that Heaven would reject me.

When you close your eyes to sleep at night,
would you remember me before you drift away,
hoping that maybe someday you and me could fly away
to never touch the earth again.

Let go of your burden rise above your pain,
so you can feel like the arid land after the rain,
see the hidden things that make life just as it shuld be,
so many things I want to show you
so many places we could be
you and me together the best that we can be.

5 comments:

  1. Love the poem...
    1st time here

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  2. Very touching poem, sometimes hope is all we have...

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  3. @Myne Thanks, and most times its all we need.....
    @Lara Thanks for the comment and thanks for stopping by don't be a stranger

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