<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387480" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death, and Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">so many forms of<br>death so many chapters<br>ended abruptly without<br>resolution<br>the father or mother<br>you thought you'd never lose<br>that you didnt spend enough time with<br>the son lost to a foreign conflict, <br>draped in a flag<br>the abortion you opted for<br>cause you couldnt see<br>any other way and now, <br>years later, you have doubts<br>the teenager who committed suicide, <br>that you couldnt reach, <br>somehow couldnt tell them or<br>show them they were not alone<br>the young man who overdosed<br>alone in an empty apartment<br>the baby left to die<br>in an alley and the teenage mother<br>who died there too! <br>the companion who walked away<br>after so many years and the<br>best part of you died there<br>the old man diagnosed with a cancer<br>that they cant treat and the death<br>of waiting to die.<br>the young family who loses everything, <br>and the dream of a future dies<br>as they become numbers lost<br>to the din of hopelessness<br>but what is death? <br>is it an ending? <br>or a beginning? <br>time worn brown leaves crumbling, <br>dissolving into dirt, <br>waiting through the winter<br>for a new spring to come<br>winter doesnt last forever! <br>spring is already there<br>in those time browned leaves<br>open your eyes, open your heart, <br>life never ends!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387480" data-title="Death, and Life de Eric Cockrell" data-description="so many forms of death so many chapters ended abruptly without resolution the father or mother you thought you'd never lose that you didnt spend enough time with the son lost to a foreign conflict, draped in a flag the abortion you opted for caus..."></div> </div> </div>

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