Poem: 17 April 2006
When They Go
--by
Mike Murray
When they go, they
Take themselves away from us.
But when they go, they
Leave something behind.
When they go, they
Darken our suddenly cold rooms.
But when they go, they
Illuminate our paths to warm comfort.
When they go, they
Deprive us of momentary peace.
But when they go, they
Lead us to eternal contentment.
When they go, they
Take much from the here and now.
But when they go, they
Contribute even more to the sweet hereafter.
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Michael F. Murray All
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