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A Conversation between My Cat and Dog

If, I Had It All To Do Over!

Twilight Honor

A Portrait of my Life

Fifty Years of Tears

Eternal Rest

Do You Remember When?

Mirrow Reflctions

Who Knew?

"Jack Who?"

Ain't That a Shame?

Hopefully, They will Say...

Does It Matter?

Love Found

Who Knew?

My Little Dog named-Art

Yesterday's Autumn

A Bowl of Cheers?

I Say!

My Quest

Near Miss

Dreams of Yesterday

Do You Remember?


When is it all going to end?


Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

Silver Bullet

The Path We Choose

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Last Breath

His final hour is near.
He strains to hear…
the soft whispers of the grieving.
Are they words of praise are condemnation?

He wonders…
does it really matter?
The journey is drawing to its end.
He hears some quiet laughter among
the muffled tears of his kin.  

He thinks;
I did it the only way I knew how.
On my knees in prayer…
 my back to the plow.

I came with nothing…
I leave with less.
That’s the cycle of
life and death.

With that…
the old man took his last breath.

Jackie R. Kays

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