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I suspect when I leave the earth it won't be quietly though I've wanted to leave it quietly many times before some deaths leave a ripple some a sea, a deluge of feeling, a seam ripped open and frayed I like to think that some how the entire world will be irrevocably changed after I leave it but then again I think no, I firmly believe that with each death that happens, the earth is somehow and forever irrevocably changed no matter how small that creature may be we all deserve our measure of God's gratitude for being created for coming here and persevering for whatever time we did for being who and what we are an "acknowledging" that we were indeed here left our small foot prints or slither a moment of silence filled with the love of our true essence is necessary especially when so many of us never got that in life we all then ought to receive it in our death a small brief postscript that was the smoke of each of us which will eventually join the clouds I don't care if people understand this exactly Its my strong belief if you have your own take on this then good for you I think then, you are capable of a sort of "awesomeness" if there is truly such a word legal copyright for this work/poem January 23.2017 written directly to the page legal copyright for this site title and by this author Melissa A Howells site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World (registered) time stamped and re-edited 7:10am. January 24, 2017 Vote for this poem |
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