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To the living. We are gone.
To the sorrowful, We will never return.
To the angry, We were cheated.
But to the happy, We are at peace.
And to the faithful, We have never left.
We can not speak, but We can listen.
We can not be seen, but we can be heard.
So as yu stand upon a shore,
Gazing at a beautiful sea.
Remember us.
As you look upon a flower and
admire its simplicity,
Remember us.
When you sip a coffee,
in a Paris Cafe
Remember Us.
Remember Us in your hearts,
your thoughts,
and your memories.
Of the times We loved,
the times We cried,
the time we fought,
and the times we laughed.
For if you always think of Us,
We will never have gone.
Goodbye, so final....
The world should never have to know this word.
Youth...
So delicate and needing, so full of dreams and endless
possibilities
When these two words are combined and youth is lost.we all hurt. Even the sky turns dark and cries of what could have been.
Mother Earth mourned him when she folded her flowers in closing and silently wrapped him in her loving embrace.
Too soon she accepts back what has always been there. Never regretting the time that was give.... yet wishing there could have been more.
She stands quiet in this our devastion.
The world will remember as thos left behind give their respect. The animals cease to chatter, the birds briefly cease to call us as silence is observed for him who was a noble and worthy hunter.
One lone eagle flies in graceful arches and cries out nature"s final goodbye.
Forever may this poet,or many make certain he is never forgotten.
Let our words be gently and kind as we forever immortalize him with our pen and paper. For all time to be engraved even in a strangers heart.
Speak Gently, smile and remember. Time heals or at least lessons the hurt.
Even if age dims our memories, there will always be reminders. Thus may we always pass on our stories.
And to the poet and soft hearted.....care much.
It is not wrong.
Sit back and remember, feel, miss.... then, write much.
In this way we may all remember more clearly upon reading your heartfelt words....And when your work is completed, gently get up and go on.
We won't forget.
This youth lives on, past time, our hearts and our memories.
Forever may the soul remember.
