My friend, we shall meet again.

December 11, 2010
By MichaelD BRONZE, Wilmington, Massachusetts
MichaelD BRONZE, Wilmington, Massachusetts
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Free my mind
Give me the feeling I have been yearning to find
Thoughts gather like a clutter of clouds
Alone I walk, waiting to hear the sounds
A sign from above, to show me your there
A way from the window I hear,
Speak to me in your soft, humble tone
Let me see your face, resting on heavens throne
Stand tall brave one, you have served us great
On the day we meet again, we shall have our fate
Gone but not perished, we shall meet again
Far a journey it will be without you my friend

The author's comments:
This poem was written in memory of my grandfather

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