Chapitre 56: Death’s Burnished Bling
Dusts and ashes
With many years they come from,
The once older man who stayed
Till death had them parted,
By their last breath
It went four glorious times,
To the blood on a stick
That promised the holy grail, refined.
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During the golden days
He was drafted for aircraft,
Fresh for the taking
Like all the young ones before him,
Who did all they could,
To let their families sing,
To the many generations
Legacies are birthed, we reign.
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Aunt Paula
Aunt Janice
To my father
Joseph
They carve his name;
Death's
Burnished
Bling.
We weep.
We sigh.
We sniffle.
We smile.
That's all it takes,
To know he was worth while.
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It took a sarcastic young women,
To write this forsaken poem,
Since it's been three years or more,
Last time she saw him,
All she can grasps
Is the faintest of smells,
A musky old man
Who had brown eyes that swirled.
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Silver thinning tresses
Sporting mustaches,
The Italian masquerade
Enriching it's enthralling history,
Upon Florida's gleam
But within the New York scenery,
He drew his castle,
What his hands may dream.
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SabbiBish For you, Grandpa.
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-- Classement
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