William Coyne Poet Rhyme

Palms Up

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We are, our memories,
flesh and blood,
matrimonial plans and parenthood;
and all desires
that come to naught, 
times at peace and battles fought.

Now, looking back 
throughout the years,
of joy outlasting dried up tears,
I recommend, 
despite all strife
and suffering, live a life. 

And when we breathe
the midnight air,
whether wind be foul or fair,
shake a fist, 
(or if we dare), 
raise our palms up high in prayer.

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