Many hands make the chore light
And that was his philosophy through life
Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could
Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.
Mark (an acrostic poem)
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Canyon (an acrostic poem)
Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled
As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road
Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear
Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger
On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity
Now it was time to pay for all those years of running… A single shot echoed.
Grit (an acrostic poem)
Given she was down at least a pint and a half of blood
Really, she should be passed out on the ground
Instead, she looked the creature in the eye and growled
That’s what finally broke the monster and it fled into the darkness
Gift (an acrostic poem)
Giving everything he could
It never seemed like it was enough
For those around him kept just taking it all
The day he passed was the day they realized what they had received
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Slow (an acrostic poem)
So many people just passed her by
Like she was mentally standing still
Outside their assumptions were correct
When you stopped and listened, you realized she was lightyears ahead.
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