There is a dark boding place
Lying deep within our minds
It holds the truth of lost despair
This comes when we're sublime
In youth there are no worries
We're here to live a life
Nevertheless time forges into a title
Known by the name called strife
One will always know
When youth has mislaid its gleam
As we age upon highways
Filled with sad forgotten dreams
These are the ramblings of a man
Who remembers another's fate
His wisdom shall go unanswered
Only cries are heard, for in the winds they fade
So I'll keep within my heart
The tenderness I'll always miss
Thanking him from the silence
Of my nightly bliss
But my life is not quite over
I've seen the glinting mask of death
Walked away with just a scare
And a much keener inner faith
Thank you Dad for reminding me
There's more to life than what is taught
Death is not the true finality
Just the beginning of future thoughts
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
November 24, 2008
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