Eulogy for my Dad.
In the snowing cold outside,
My tears turn to icicles as I cry
with the memories of you inside
I cannot bring myself to say: goodbye!
Goodnight "Dad," my Chief!
11/30/2007
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
sonnyskies’s Poems (5)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Eulogy for my Dad. | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| Invocation: | 2 | 05/23/2009 |
| The Man Likes to Shock Little White Mice. | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| Amerika the Rueful. | 1 | 05/23/2009 |
| The Ocean's Waves. | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
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