'my Parting Gifts'
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My last day was not me knocking on Heaven's gate,
But a bus pulled up to my home, that was my fate;
Told to leave three pieces of advice and to be precise,
And men in suits said, be quick, we cannot wait.
You will not be coming back, so you best be concise,
To your loved left behind, say things that entice;
I said, my dears, think of me, but let go of grieving,
No time for any packing, only time for some insight.
I have learned my dears, to never stop dreaming,
A bus is waiting and slow now is my breathing;
The time has come and soon the clock will chime,
Oh, keep dreaming and things you will be weaving.
The bus will take me to the golden steps I must climb,
I go, leaving all my worldly things, oh what a crime;
I said, don't let seeking money be your only happiness,
In a moment, I will be up above and in Heaven 's shine.
Let go of grief and recall me with great tenderness,
Keep dreaming and you will never know emptiness;
Told to leave three pieces of advice and be precise,
Money, can at times bring your life only nastiness.
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February 8, 2016
Poetry/Rubiayat/'My Parting Gifts
Copyright Protected, ID 16-754-720-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, My Parting Gifts,
sponsor, Viv Wigley
First Place
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