Dreams and visions are so rare,
Life and decisions arent always fare
never knowing which way to go,
As you look at your tracks in the snow
Trucks and toys are always there,
But his bed will always be bare,
Boats and girls were his biggest plan,
but he was god's biggest fan.
For this little boy went from laughing
and playing
to bed fast laying, no more red rover
for now god its all over.
1 comment:
I love this poem! Of the three you posted, this is easily the strongest. I love it because you have to read it twice to really get all of it. It's deep.
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