Life and Death Make Sense

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    Life and Death Make Sense

    You open your eyes

    You begin to color your hair

    Your songs are no longer appreciated.

    Your taste becomes bland

    The colors of blood, sweat and tears are drab.

    Pain is everywhere,

    Through the lines and creases of the flesh

    and the earthare one!

    Dust to dust, life to life

    Death is another life

    with passion, with character.

    Discovering another sense

    Life and Death after all

    Make sense.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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