A day in time has left its mark
Upon the world in which we dwell
A winding road stretches beyond
To a width more so than one can tell
A fate so awful has occurred
To a man of innocent heart
A cross is planted in his name
In honor of the man’s depart
It borders the gravel pathway
Two boards of wood, as they are
Legacy of the imperfect
Watching down on us from afar
Author notes
It saddens me to see a wooden cross on the side of the wood, so I thought I could express this in a short poem. Nearly everyone has seen a cross such as these at some point in their life. Therefore, I suppose you all can relate! :-)
Written August 26th, 2005
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excellent
aw this is a sweet poem, memories of the departed this is so nicely written -
Good rhyming scheme, wonderfully designed. A much so applausable poem, at any rate.
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