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No One Lately
No One Lately No One Lately died who was significant Truly amazing where all of the time went Then all of a sudden right out of thin air Message is mentioned and bad news is there. Randy only has less than a week to live So many things to the world he did give Of himself with what he would try to do Help many people just like me and you. In both eyes I saw a twinkle and smile Often feeling like his life had been on trial About death is no adequate description It won't go away by writing a prescription. Time after time can ignore and ignore Until one day heart out do have to pour So that inside much relief start to feel Each time before God you often kneel. How can I possible ever be more direct What has happened to honor and respect You on earth have lions and problems to slay And here in my minute grave I have to lay. Body might now be ashes of buried in a box For me, all you have to show are hair locks Of our son's ashes to God we had to deliver On surface of water floating down river. James Grief-Stricken Horn Retired Veteran and Poet
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