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by Jackie Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #1573485
A poem about age and death. Sad. Inspired, somewhat, by the notebook.
A whisper in the night, with a cold breeze to give a fright.

An angel appeared and she said you have no fear.

He stood out of bed, he looked at her and shook his head.

It can not be he said, this I can not see.

But it is and I am here, look I am no fear.

I am dreaming for you are dead, and he looked at himself lying in his bed.

I’m sorry but you must go, I came to take you home.

Please, I am down on one leg,

But there is no need to beg.

A tear rolled down his cheek, he crumbled and began to feel weak.

The angel takes him by the hand and out of sight. He went to the bright glowing light.

He says just before they are gone, Oh how I’ve missed you for so long.

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