Just a boy, not yet a man
only seven-teen
lived life to his fullest
happy as you could have seen
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Beautiful poem Spiritwind....someone's father's son now in the promise land...so beautiful my friend...and so painful...hair so blonde, eyes so blue, shining like the moon holding the Lord's hand....and waiting for all of us...
Hair so blonde, eyes so blue shining like the moon holding the Lords' hand now in the promise land he was someone's father's son......so painful it is for anybody but God pick's the noble soul only becaue HE neeeds them with him... it is always lovable and sad memory in our mind.. grat write and i loved it.....10 read mine...school..smiley....kids... no techer please... son(all for kids)
Yes, every eagle flies, some too soon... A deeply touching poem. Death is always hard to understand but even harder to accept when a young person is taken away. My thoughts go to your brother.
This is a heartfelt tribute: Father's Son' Keep writing, you're good.
....very nice, a wonderful tribute..may he rest in peace ★