They are ours
When they are one of us.
Then they are gone.
Some, too soon,
For the pain is too heavy.
We cheer the next one.
Echoes of the past, silent.
Smooth Aggregator, Not So Smooth Poet
News links and the occasional attempt at poetry
They are ours
When they are one of us.
Then they are gone.
Some, too soon,
For the pain is too heavy.
We cheer the next one.
Echoes of the past, silent.