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The Life Preserver of Life

Cast out to sea alone with no ship The last ale I drank now with an empty bottle This message I write will be placed within Tossing it out to sea Months and years go by with no one saving me This message has been lost with no one to read The waves enter the shore and go back out to sea This message in the bottle has been lost like me Sharks all around cycling me as I await my death Has life stopped reading or are they just blind and deaf Can they not see this message I send Lost out at sea with no one but me One small light I see this night reflecting off the moon I swim to shore to see and do I find This empty bottle with this message of mine My hopes and dreams of finding love Have disappeared into another empty bottle Of Wine Dedicated to: My Brother My brother’s life after the war drinking himself to death

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 10/16/2019 9:57:00 AM
wonderful heartfelt dedication to your brother my friend...such a tragedy...war, even those that survive it are never the same, part of them dies along the path... sorry for your loss... love this poignant poem in his honor though... hugs
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Bobby May
Date: 10/16/2019 10:07:00 AM
My peeps with those big words now I have to look up the word: Poignant LOL, Thank you my sweet friend!!
Date: 10/16/2019 9:52:00 AM
I'm so sorry the after effects of the ravages of war took your brother...Your poem a wonderful tribute.
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Bobby May
Date: 10/16/2019 10:08:00 AM
Thank you Jeanne!!
Date: 10/16/2019 9:21:00 AM
So sorry to read of this loss. The article added to the significance of this piece. I can’t imagine all that he must have been trying to forget.
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Bobby May
Date: 10/16/2019 9:49:00 AM
We were very close for over 50 years I heard the same war stories over and over but, I was always their to hear them, Thank you Richard

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