When I’m gone <br />what will I miss <br />the warmth of dawn <br />with the sun’s first kiss, <br />the sunset and the sky at night <br />with the moon and stars <br />all shining bright. <br />The four seasons when they call <br />winter, spring, summer and fall, <br />the glow around our loving home <br />that repels all thoughts to roam. <br />However, I am not going just yet <br />too much more here to enjoy <br />before I kick <br />that preverbal bucket. <br /> <br />9 October 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-m-gone-12/
