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Sept. 11. 2001

There was glimmer,

But only briefly.

The opaque eyes

For a moment

Sparkled.

Then it was gone.



A muzzy purr

He drooled.

It slowly trickled

Down his chin.

Meandering

To join the rest.



Forty years

Young.

No sign of

Grey or arthritis,

Trapped in

Time.



A man’s

Dreams.

Still young in

Mind.

Those happy

Thoughts.



His tender

Love.

They’re young

Family

A bright new

World.



He

Remains.

All else

Now perished.

One of the

Survivors?








Author's Notes/Comments: 

The living can at times be constant reminder's of the dead.
Remember the living ,it's life has many shapes and forms. Many tragidies too.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 5:14pm
©3 November 2001 - 11:01am — giajl
31 March 2010 - 5:27pm — Robert C Millar (not verified)
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Excellent poem

1 December 2011 - 12:42am — giajl
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Thanks

Thanks for taking the time to stop by and have aread.

Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!

28 April 2002 - 6:58pm — Kelley Brown (not verified)
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I love your choices of words. Goes together very well