Why are you sad?
They just buried my best friend
Don't be sad
You will always remember him
As your best friend
He will never grow to hate you
Nor you to hate him
He will be forever young
Your time will come
Then they will bury you
Allan James Saywell
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Forever Young
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