On hearing birdsong
I am glad
That I am here
To hear
Their sad, glad song.
We die
And our love
Dies with us.
No, it lives on
When we are gone
In those we love.
And the birds
Sing on
With no care
For where
We have gone.
On hearing birdsong
I am glad
That I am here
To hear
Their sad, glad song.
We die
And our love
Dies with us.
No, it lives on
When we are gone
In those we love.
And the birds
Sing on
With no care
For where
We have gone.
I like this very much, so true!
Thank you, Liz. I’m pleased you like my poem.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
An excellent poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie.
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Thanks for sharing, Michael.
🙂 Thanks as well, Kevin! xx Michael
Beautiful, and i also love the birds singing, for whomever they are doing it. xx Michael
I’m pleased you like my poem, Michael. Yes, the song of the birds is poignant and beautiful. Kevin
🙂