I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
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Lost a friend today ,,, 50 years of some great memories R.I.P. dear one
Gone from my sight is a very good poem! I like it alot! ! ! !
'' Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it. '' only a question: can we truly 'experience' Death?
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.jgh
I read this poem at the end of my Eulogy. There wasn't a dry eye in the church.