Has his journey --
To Shangri-La
Been gracious?
Was it better --
Than any caress
Did it make him --
Feel like a man
More than any --
Woman could
Does it hold him --
In his darkest
Moments of despair
Did it boost him --
Up into grandeur
Was it more --
Than love
Than life
Could ever --
Hope to be
Did it provide --
Him comfort
Against the cold
Did it whisper --
Tender things
Into his ears
Did it call him --
To sweet home
Did it fill him --
Up where he's
Alone & hollow
Did it feed --
His needs
Has it granted --
Him something
To take his Maker
When the time
Calls him there.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**The last lines within this work are not lines in reference to any known or logically possible assassin, but rather a reference to the truth that everyone dies in time.
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