Poetry

Remembrance

By 24th October 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

The sound of a Merlin in the night,
The scent of a rose at dawn,
The glow of a daughter at noon.

These things are beauty,
These things are life,
But die we must.

Our life is a trust,
Given at birth not to squander,
But to live as best we can.

Our only reward is remembrance.

Micheal Green

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