A Sensible Man
My uncle Brad is a sensible man,
But one afternoon
He took my hand
And told me he'd seen that other land,
What lies beyond,
A little past the break of dawn,
the question without answers to be found
He claims to have seen himself
Lying upon the ground,
An experience out of body
If you will,
He claims not to understand it still,
All he can offer is a memory,
A small prologue to what we all
Will see.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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