Poetic Lead

Memories that fill the many years,
Often brings old men to tears,
That which was, will be again,
Graduated from our mortal chain.

Poetic lead
By Arley Steinhour 031312 (ed 031318

Just before I reached my teens,
I walked among these wondrous things,
A war that started with a Bang,
As songs of goodbye to youth we sang.

From the time I turned thirteen,
Nukes, and Jets were the machine,
On and on, up to the moon,
Now I'll be going to Heaven, soon.

Why don't you make your heart decide,
And fly with me to the 'Other Side.'
The time is short, like memories,
Till we live with singing grass and dancing trees.

AMEN