Poem #4 January 9, 2021 / by juliangress / in Uncategorized / No Comments The tides of time make short my life, A grave awaits on earthen shores, But then on that eternal day, A way for my dead body soars. In heaven shall eternal keep, Where I shall rest, awake, asleep. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related