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Randy McClave

Rookie - 662 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Grieve


I will not grieve for the dead
As I am not sorry for some whom had died
Now they sleep in their wooden bed
Alone with their hate their attitude and pride
Judgement for them has already came
When their living on earth was finally done
Unto them I now can happily proclaim
We; all are someone.

I grieve for the ones who will wed
As they must hold others pain deep inside
They are followers as they now are led
For these people I have sat and cried
Others pain must be theirs as well
Never can they walk a road alone
Their destination could be heaven or hell
For them I will consoling and I will moan.

I grieve for the ones that still are living
For they are the ones who will sob and weep
For the dead there is no pain for the giving
While we all have the tears to shed and keep
We hurt we endure and we suffer
Then in the ground someday we will lie
What won't kill us will make us tougher
I will pity not many people who will die.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 17, 2013

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  • Rookie - 218 Points David Wood (4/21/2013 10:24:00 AM)

    An interesting view on life and death that happens to all people. Nobody can escape death. A good write
    thanks. (Report) Reply

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