Are you reaching for me brother
From across that great beyond
I feel the grave closing in around me
Is it cold below the ground
Brother help me reach the other side
I grow so tired of day to day
My bodies weak and my soul seems lost
Well St Peter look the other way
In the night I hear your laughter
Yet I never hear the joke
Just when I almost see you brother
It all goes up in smoke
Past smiles are paid in teardrops
As I see my time draw near
Please brother, please I beg you
Meet me and lead me over there.
Sherry
very meaningful peice but not the time yet. I've gotta go to phone you and see what's up.
Lov ya,
John
I talk to those 'over there' quite often, but it doesn't mean I'm hurrying my trip!
I'm praying for your quick recovery, and you'll be back here with us upon my return.
The medical world works wonders..let them do their magic!
Rest and come back soon!
Lisa
lots of Love, Birgit and Roger
Huggs, Linda
Kathy
Looking forward to your next poem, I know there will be one!
Eileen
this is painfully sad...be strong okay!!
Love Tinka
You're in my prayers. If it be God's will, get better...your lovely words have brightened the Den and especially my soul.
This poem is beautiful, yet sad--very well written.
(((((((HUGS))))))) and love, Karla.
You will be in my prayers; I hope it isn't anything serious. You will be in my prayers; Godspeed and renewed health to you soon! You will be missed at the den as you recover; take care, dear friend!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(