Someday they will gather at my end
Each heart will mourn in its own way
The old folks will cry without shame
The young will smile and remember when
The children will just wonder who’s in the box
Someday they will gather at my end
Each heart will mourn in its own way
The old folks will cry without shame
The young will smile and remember when
The children will just wonder who’s in the box
Futile musings of an old ghost
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The box made me smile too.
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Thanks, you just have to live life and not worry about the rest
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A moving verse, Jerry. Honest, not sombre, and the scene so well envisioned.
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Thanks Roland. Inspired by thoughts of my family reunion and meeting people that are related to but you have never seen before. Since it will be 5 years from the last time I had a chance to go to one.
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