Mourn his loss
We can only mourn his loss,
'Through wretched was his life.
Death took him from the cross
leaving his wife.'
Another favourite of mine says.
'God works a wonder now and then,
Even though he had ended his days.
He was a honest man.'
Cared for all his children.
Raised them to, the best we could.
Enjoyed planting flowers and produce
Until his eyesight lost use.
He then only had a tendency to sit and think,
For his nearest, dearest kin?
Where thought images and/precious thoughts/
that shall not die and/but later got destroyed.
'He now sleeps with those he loved.'
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Comments about this poem (Mourn his loss by Yvonne Kania )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
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