Dead and Gone

by Gregory W Golden   Sep 29, 2006


Life is like a red balloon
dancing on a string and
sailing gently on a gust
of wind, when I am dead
and gone

Please, do not bring me
flowers I cannot smell,
red roses I cannot see,
a world, I cannot touch,
just keep on living, when
I am dead and gone

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