Translucent is the page
As I hold it above the flame,
Bold, yet strangely humble words
So staunchly black against the transparent page.......
Who will read these words
Throughout their existence?
Who will look upon these words
With loving eye and caring heart?
Who will look upon these words
And remember the man of who's hand
did pen their quiet vision
Of a distant world of joy and happiness?
Who will come to know the painful tears
aturned made into joyful cries
As each day of my life passed
and my time to compose my verse
grew even shorter?
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