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Never Alone

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Can I sing my funeral dirge,
now the hearse has passed us by?
I'll be dead and buried,
right here where I lie.
Now my love, you must promise me,
that you won't start to cry.
For with the sweet angels, I
must soon surely fly.
And you will see my bright star
shining down from the sky.
Written soon after my great-grandmother passed away. Many years ago now. Discovered in the back of a book, to be shared.
Something about this piece flows sweetly to me, sad though it is.
© 2011 - 2024 Intrinsica
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RockerByBaby's avatar
It does flow rather sweetly=)
Very thoughtful poem, glad you shared it.
Sorry about the comment overload, I've all this anxiety energy to let loose lately:slow: