Each one wrapped in a shawl of grief

Truly for what is lost,

And more for what never may be

As the fools command the wise

Then the wise never let them be

And they haunt me all

And who am I to say?

 

My girl assists the ancients

They do not go gentle into that good night

More so they go ranting at the illusions that are all

Left over from a wreck of life

 

And the few that go in grace

And the multitudes that depart in scorn

Are still all that is part of what is

What will be in time…

And what was

 

Embrace the new life in death

Or cling and claw for all you might

For the love that never was

Of the gifts sent

The greatest of gifts

Are yours to grow

And you knew it not

 

 

 

 

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Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.

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