Reunited We Shall Be
REUNITED WE SHALL BE
An ink well; left to dry
A quill; rendered to lie
The pages; left vacant
As to words; forsaken
The candle; is snuffed
With; a heart crushed
Pain; far too profound
Utterings of no sound
Whiskey bottle, empty
A rare nineteen twenty
No more, of any worth
He, no longer on earth
A revolver; then found
As lying on the ground
Next; to his last words
Written by calm nerves
Death, may it conserve
With my love, preserve
As the truer love to me
Who without, I can’t be
I readily await her arms
As all her loving charms
With that Lord, beyond
Un-breakable this bond
As no truer love are we
Forever as meant to be
Amen . . .
Indiana Shaw . . . : (
"A randomly made up poem following the list down of words that rhymed" . . .
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