For Emily Dickison
I do not know Why we were born Into this world to die Unless to educate the spirit here Before the spirit flies I do not know Why you have come To walk upon my path Unless to share some joy with me To sing and dance and laugh Let others look for answers Or create them if they must For here the clock is ticking And to soon we'll turn to dust
Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2013
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