Sound Of Youthful Laughter
The sound of youthful laughter still I hear
I face the heavens for the answer why
When flourishing flowers are full at bloom
Winter comes and blossoms wilt and die.
And yet the hope of another spring
holds one true at heart.
The loss of a true young friend,
trusted into heavens part.
| This Poem I wrote while a senior in High School when a very good friend was killed tragically struck by lightening just while leaving football practice.. |
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I think of you still, Lee. |
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