We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye -
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This poem is about a sad death. It is saying that life is not prefect, but we still can work it out. The poem says we can work together to make life better. I like the way this poem came out and said what had to say.
Life will never be perfect...only “almost straight”, but we’ll figure out how to work through those problems. This is such an encouraging (all while being realistic) poem.
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