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Shyon Henry Poem
Knock, knock, knock.
Are you in there? Can you hear me?
Please open up?
I am scared , for I cannot see a day without you what it will be.
It's me .... me your ... don't you remember me? Your friend.
Someone walked out as bright as the sun, how tall I cannot say.
Sadly it was not my friend. Still, it seems he has something to say.
"As a guardian, 'I have come to say, You will no longer be able to see your friend
not now or any other day.
To you, I have these words to say.
It was not too soon; it was my time
we had fun on every single rhyme
we didn't care if we got a dime
happiness, laughter, a passion so strong not even death can overcome.
Don't miss me because I am at peace, don't forget me. I can now see
so much more than I ever could.
Life meant so much, but this feels good.
Death is an eventuality, honestly, is it not just another form of poetry.
Don't look to the past; we both know sadness is hard to overcome. I may be dead, but you are not done.
Pop some bottles, no mourning.
Let's celebrate!
Take up a pen, find a book, putting pen to paper, and you'll see what you have overlooked
here, now, tomorrow, and every other day
be healthy, live your life for I am at peace. I have left my mark; its there in you.
As a guardian, I must say of those who have passed on, they have no regrets, and if there are
it is few.
To whisper words of love,
to vent in anger,
to pour out your hate,
to cry, laugh and live for each and every day.
It is up to you and your generation to carry on.
never forget a spark will always live on
Copyright © Shyon Henry | Year Posted 2020
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