Poetry By Chuck



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Even though tomorrow always comes,
Love will always bridge,
Pathways lined with stones,
to souls perched high on heavens ridge.

When tomorrow always comes,
and our hearts are full of sums,
add the joys of life fulfilled,
to the songs so strongly sung.

Author notes

To all those who have gone before and to those left so sadly behind.
Written February 3rd, 2004