Array ( [sid] => 183207 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => They Listen [time] => 2016-06-04 09:32:17 [hometext] => Sometimes we need permission to remain behind. [bodytext] => Speak of all the good I did;
Celebrate my living;
Remember all the best of me;
With kindness and forgiving.

Huddled in the rain around
A box on velvet skirts;
The sky rolls quiet with thunder;
Beneath awaits the dirt.

I join you here in sympathy;
My gift to you, my last.
So you may shed your sorrow;
And I part with my past.

Speak as though I listen;
Take comfort and be gone;
The words meant for the living;
To life, alone belong.
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They Listen
Date: Saturday, 4th June 2016 @ 09:32:17 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Speak of all the good I did;
Celebrate my living;
Remember all the best of me;
With kindness and forgiving.

Huddled in the rain around
A box on velvet skirts;
The sky rolls quiet with thunder;
Beneath awaits the dirt.

I join you here in sympathy;
My gift to you, my last.
So you may shed your sorrow;
And I part with my past.

Speak as though I listen;
Take comfort and be gone;
The words meant for the living;
To life, alone belong.


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