And It Was Nevermore

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But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore”.

 Times were hard and comforts sparse, still, a serene state was around all.

Those who were blessed with radio waves were satisfied with audio fare.

 Hand me downs were the coveted dress,

While those in rags bore distress.

Day by day, year by year, seemingly never to end

With nothing in the pocket to squeeze or spend.

Then the day that changed the world,

with knife and gun in hand W W 2 began,

and then it was “nevermore”

So much dying, so much crying,

joy departed to the lonely place and lay undisturbed for a season.

The years passed, the conflict ended, too many never saw that day.

 They gave it all and then faded away

Scarcely a memory, unknown sacrifice by men of valor

 departed to the land of “nevermore”.

 There are many sides to “nevermore” some are happy and others are sad.

The past of sorrows, the loss of kin.

None are exempt neither women nor men.

 

The sigh of prayer “never again, please”

The brokenness of hope, nevermore again.

The strength of faith, it all transcends “Evermore”

Phoenix

Out of my ashes will rise a new phoenix.

A soaring being returning from death
proving once again that life is eternal.

I live forever because the spirit never dies.

I will return in another body
in another time, but it is me.

The me who is me now will always be.

As long as I live, I learn.
And I live F o r e v e r

For I am in him

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