Conversations With the Old
CONVERSATIONS WITH THE OLD
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I WILL DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL CRY
YET I BELIEVE THEIR WILL BE
A LOT OF QUESTIONS LEFT TO SEE
UNANSWERED THOUGHTS STILL UNEXPLAINED
THE ANSWERS ARE HIDDEN IN THEIR CHILDRENS REMAINS
AND AS THEY LAY ME IN THE DIRT
KEEP IN MIND I AM FOOD FOR BIRTH
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL CRY
IF HISTORY PROVES WHAT WE NEVER KNOW
THEN I INQUIRE ABOUT THE GREAT POE
WAS HE PENNIELESS JUST AS COBB
OR WERE THAY BOTH SET UP TO ROB
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL CRY
TODAY THOUGH I STILL LIKE TO LIVE
ENJOYING WHAT LIFE HAS TO GIVE
PROMPTED BY THE THINGS I KNOW
AND SEEING THE PLACES I STILL WANT TO GO
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL CRY
HEARING PROGRESS CREATING THOUGHTS
CONVERSATIONS THAT WONT BE FORGOT
GETTING A GLIMPSES OF A PEARLY GATE
IVE ENJOYED MY TIME AND DON’T WANT TO BE LATE
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL Cry
Copyright © Lorraine Peterson | Year Posted 2020
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