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by Naomi Lynn Apr 15, 2008 category : Life, society / faith, religion
Days are long, And night drones on, The sky is an endless stream,Sleeping comes, Once cold day is done And night brings on a dream,The sun will rise, The sun will set, The trees will creak and moanThe years will pass And through looking glass Reflects an age old croneMany moons she knit and sewed Long had she slaved over hearth and stove All for naught but thisShe slaved alone For her only home, All for life's cold kissNow as she lays upon her bed, Death hovers above her head, And a song is upon her tongueThough memories are grim, And death fills mind and limb The best is yet to come