Hey there pretty lady, are you looking at me
There is nothing else in this part of the room but I, standing near the big potted tree
If I approach you will you wait for me to arrive
My eyes are locked on to you how can you escape my drive
Yes my Dear Lady I have returned
As free as a bird only in this large urn
It was not supposed to be this way
But I had nothing to say
I am dead and cremated
My ashes to be scattered with the under rated
I had a good life the last eight years were fair and bright
Now I sit in this urn so mellow, a scary sight
I hope the Lord saves my soul
Everything is in his control
Good bye hazel eyes
I must go to the one who cries
A long life full of naught
Still has promise to be of spiritual thought
Tony Mike Nerone
03-09=11
Best wishes
from
kay
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Be always safe,
Karen
and i admire the originality of it so much.
Very fine indeed.
John
Blessings,
Christine
Choose light and joy Tony!
Blessings,
Christine
God bless,
Lew
Writing does inspire us.
John
Blessings,
John Michael
Regis