The Bitter Kiss of Death

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When I taste the bitter kiss of death

Whose touch will close these sightless eyes?

Will you rise

Head heavy bent with sorrow?

Or, will you wait,

Until the morrow,

And stand by my expectant grave

To shed your silver tears?

Will you be brave,

And save your tears

For more important loss

In other years?

Will you, softly,

Walk away

And promise to return

Another day?

Bringing scented flowers

To place

Above my face

That I might smell the life above?

Or, when asked of me

Will you whisper?

"I forgot, it's not

That I don't care"

I wonder...........

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Owain Glyn

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