Enough said...

How can our laughter so happy,
Make the future sad,
How can a smile to please,
Make me ill at ease,
Who told the angel the time was near,
To take away and leave the fear,
Light and hope will sadly be,
Dark despair, no hope for me,
The future will live in my memory.



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-01-02 at 18:07

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A very encouraging poem. Well said.:)
Ashe
2016-01-02