On a brisk November morning
All who knew him
Sit with tears in their eyes
For it was the end of a wonderful life
Many knew this kind hearted man
This big joy to be around
But is now lost to all
Never to be forgotten
Forever in the hearts of all who knew him
Even so still the tears fall
As they try to say it is a lie
After all the denial
All the dismay
The only thing left
Are the pictures of his face
And the pieces of art that he made
He leaves an impact on all
For he took his final breath
And the life he has lived
With his own hands
YOU ARE READING
From Shadows into Light
PoetryPoetry that came from the darkness that is now being brought to light. Feel free to comment for I would love to have some feedback on what I have writen (good or bad). Also which poem was your favorite.
