Walking Away
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Walking away, I have done too many times,
I am left with memories that live in my rhymes;
At the funerals I have turned and walked away,
My beloved lay with the flowers that decay.
O, I walk away from my beloved with tears,
I go to cold tombs no matter how many years;
I have walked away from my sweet beloved pets,
Putting my dearly loved in the hands of vets.
Walking away is something I seem to do well,
The pain of this turning away is my living hell;
This is a sorrow that no one ever forgets,
But loving is something no one ever regrets.
So when the dead are put to rest, I walk away,
Safe in my heart and soul they will always stay.
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December 14, 2015
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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