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Death Isn’t The End Of The Story

Date Written: November 12, 2017

For he has touched your perfect body with his mind
songs we used to sing when we were very young all undone
yet the future seems brighter as it is in the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
Weep when I'm gone if you must
But know it is true if you trust
Death isn't the end of the story
It's just the beginning of glory
I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day, and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.

No not the sad one it's too revealing, I don't want to show the world my true feelings.

For the mask that you can see camouflages the true me.
It's my public face that I remove each night, when I bare my soul the mirrors light.

It's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.

It tells of my youth and boyish ways, my adolescents and my young mans dreams.

It tells of good times of which I had my share of love lost and pain so hard to bear.

So I choose my mask so carefully, to cover the face that was given to me, the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.



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