Born to Die

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    Born to Die

    A grieving mother walk in pian
    her heartbeat raise with seconds,
    to the quack doctor she sold her soul.
    Fom a distance we watch and pray,
    for the tender child yet unborn.

    The time of labour came with pain
    it wasn't her first not the second,
    but much pain she bear for this soul.
    still all we do was watch and pray,
    for the beautiful child yet unborn.

    Lack of ante-netal cause more pain
    as the groaning mother push with seconds,
    bringing to earth a precious soul.
    But still in our hearts we watch and pray,
    wishing this child was still unborn.

    Our joy was dash by so much pain
    because a life was lost that very second,
    lying lifeless was this precious soul.
    The we wonder as we watch and pray,
    if this gracious gift was still unborn.

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    optimistic commented on Born to Die

    07-03-2009

    What a tragic poem yet you displayed so much delicacy thru it, you had me hanging by a needle thread wondering what happen at the end I can not relate yet you had me relate thru this poem from a child unborn.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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