Saturday, November 28, 2015

Slipped Away

Sister slipped away
But I hear her still
Cigarette cough laugh
Oh, a bitter pill!

How could bitter
Be so sweet
slicing a rip
In the heart so deep.

Out of the strong
Came the sweet
Out of the sadness
Came the deep.

Out of poverty
Came pure gold
A life worth rejoicing
And being retold.

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