Friday, June 10, 2016

When You're Gone

A poem of remembrance:

                                       To prepare myself for bed      Come the morning 
                           As I head upstairs                                            I will turn it out 
                 I will turn on the porch light                                       When I reach bottom 
         Of an evening                                                                                         To start my day
When you’re gone                                                                                                    And think of you

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