Without

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Without the life there is death

Without the air there is no breath

Without the love in place is hate

Without the pride we are in disgrace



So it is only fair to say

Without the warmth and light of day

We could not strive with the hope

Avoid the temptation of the rope

And keep on the walk thru the sand

Over and past Death’s cold hand

To know that we made it thru the test

We came so far only to rest

Confidence and pride we gloat about

But it is love that we are now without...

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marsupial (aka marissa)'s picture

i thoroughly enjoyed that poem. great rhyme and good message, good job my talented friend