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Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn, Part Two, Mary Elizabeth Frye, Poet Dedication Series
Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem (3.) Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn Do not my youthful life now mourn My lot was set day I was born I grew to be a healthy lad This evil world turned my soul bad Life's prison I walked alone My blood dark red, my heart hard stone. Yet time came that love cracked my shell Freeing me from my living hell As Light and Truth fought off the dark To please I tried to make my mark Alas! She demanded so much more Wanting Oceans and all their Shores. Soon I saw she was a deep trap My weakness her false love did tap Her claws razor sharp and dug in Her lies told me she was no friend I left on a hot July day From her darkness, far, far away. I lived only a decade more Heart healed from jagged hole she tore She found me on a cool June morn Convinced me, her heart too, was torn Passionate love, we made that night She killed me before dawn's first light! Do not my youthful life now mourn My lot was set day I was born I grew to be a healthy lad This evil world turned my soul bad Life's prison I walked alone My blood dark red, my heart hard stone. Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2019 Rhyme, ( Tale Of How Darkness Oft Deceives, Masquerading As Love And Light) dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poets dedication series. NOTE : Mary Elizabeth Frye's most famous poem ( Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep) was about Death, Sorrows, Grief, Loneliness- brevity of human life, dark in this world. That poem has such an immense depth, level of sadness, truth, despair and emotion that rings so true to any reader that has been unfortunate enough to have experience any part of the darkness (Fate's awesome power) so pervasive in this unforgiving world with its never resting evil and agonizing grief/sorrows, such as so oft brought to those yet living. Links- (1.) https://allpoetry.com/Mary-Frye (2.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Elizabeth_Frye Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem (4.) Sometimes I Can Not Help But To Fall Down And Weep Her soul looks down at tombstone standing all alone her heart was far bigger than a blue Texas sky we had prayed to God, her death he would postpone when heaven denied, we dared not to ask why. Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace. Sometimes I can not help but to fall down and weep releasing deep pain searing this sorrowing soul I know her image will appear in my sleep since her death, this sad heart has never been whole! Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace. Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2019 Alternating rhyme, repeated stanza, Our mother,(Now two years and three weeks gone) - this poem dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye famous poets dedication series
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