Reverance
For all the moments lost to tragedy,
For all the strengh we gain from moving on,
For all we will do in the next life,
And in the great beyond,
I bow my head in hope and reverance,
For we will stand,
When all others fall.
Reverance
For all the moments lost to tragedy,
For all the strengh we gain from moving on,
For all we will do in the next life,
And in the great beyond,
I bow my head in hope and reverance,
For we will stand,
When all others fall.
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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