Life Laughs, Death Waits
That which thought wrought yesterday
may befuddle us now
but with the coming of a good day
lives can survive the morrow
though the mind be confused
and heart sickened
the sun will rise still
and some beleaguered souls
in their final resting place will lie
and greet the dark with peace.
Copyright © Norberto Franco Cisneros | Year Posted 2022
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