Missed

 

What will I miss?

 

Not the travesty of life

The uncaring hordes

Those trampled underfoot

 

Not the mindless cruelty

Levelled on the innocent

By those clad in ego and suits

 

Not the anguish every day

That I was here, and others not

That I could not save

 

I will miss dawns filled with mist

Soft silence, in wooded places

Solace in solitude

 

I will miss all mankind

In all their degrees

Praying they may learn

 

I will miss the pain

The pain that taught me

That I lived

 

 

 

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