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Do you ever Wonder
If I were to die Now
would I die stupid?
or
has my life been full
of giving a hand
listening to broken
hearts, the keening
of Geese, interspersed
with picking my nose
sharing my food, my drink
heeding the Call of Destiny?
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Did I Stand enough?
Balance those moments
when cowering, I Sat?
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Do you ever Wonder
who would I be Now
were I to die hit by a car
instantaneously?
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what have you done
for Yourself, Others
the Earth?
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You realize too
once the few
who know you Pass
no memory of your Time
Here remains
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Do you ever wonder
Have I been my own Messiah?
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Art Work by Yaron Rosner
Für Meine Christina
Just Beautiful Kiki! Ich Liebe dich!
Ich dich auch Christina
I have missed your words, my dear! A very beautiful poem and fantastic artwork by Yaron. Questions I often ask myself in the wee small hours as I lie alone, listening to the mad, erratic beats of my heart…..
Your poetic heart Andrea, <3
How rare it is to hear the words that are the only words for each of us. Death comes like a thief in the night. Old age and incapacity comes. What can we do now, while we are strong and have the juices for valiant action — or even just the strength to stand.
Profound
Such a gift, love this . Thank you and Yaron too