Gone

Wind by Autumn Mott
Picture By: Autumn Mott

It was like wind,

Here one day, gone the next.

If only it could be a trick in my mind,

Then you wouldn’t be gone.

It was like summer,

Ignorance was our crime.

But you know we’ll remember

No matter the time.

It was like a clock

Ticking down to the end.

We watched in shock

As you became one with the wind.

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Gone

Gone by Todd Quackenbush
Picture Taken by: Todd Quackenbush

Your message can be one of peace,

Everything you proclaim can be love

And they’ll fault you and never cease.

So just keep on, without stepping down.

You can donate to forty charities,

Start a foundation for children,

But they’ll still label you with inequities

Yet, do not stop your mission – not for a million.

They will beat you till they’ve had their fill,

They will label you a wacko, a traitor, a bore –

Bet, I beg you, stand tall:

Because they’ll know your worth when you’re gone.