Goodbye Poem by isaac dyemson

Goodbye



In the infant age of the day
your smiles and self slipped away
you became so cold
that we all could not hold
pronouncing your name in many tongues
but you were too still to concur
the rival of birth have just occured
living pains in our store to say
goodbye.
I.Y DYEM.

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