I'm pretty sure I am not afraid of death;
no more than anyone else I have met.
I am afraid my new dog won't like me;
and I'm scared my wife will grow to dispise me;
Any children I might have will not trust
in the God of Isaiah and Jacob
I will be alone, with just you Lord,
ready to face death, but bored.
meandering creativity, symbols and emotion
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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I'm fascinated by this poem. Care to elaborate?
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