SUNG BY THE DEAD

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It's been a while...,but this is our song,to be back, better!
Welcome to another interesting edition of Wednesday Lines with Life. Today's series is one that will get our minds to reflect.

Poetry is meant to go directly to the soul and inspire thoughts with Lines of great words.Today's poem is titled "SUNG BY THE DEAD",by Deborah Benjamin.
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          SUNG BY THE DEAD
Sung by the dead are wishes for their living days
In the deserted room beneath the hot soil
Whispers of hopeful gains
That flashed continuously when they could still work and toil
Sung by the dead are contrasts of their deserted race

Sung by the dead are stories of walks and adventures
Now given up unto a closed journal of history
Achievements that seemed worthy of eternal praise
Without effort have resorted to painful felony
Sung by the dead are tales of when they were still conquerors

Sung by the dead are dirges for the living while they lay
In the underworld without a hint of light's Ray
Unfolding their prayers to still feel a summer day
Not dissolve by scientific reactions as does a clay
Sung by the dead are pitiful rythms for existing legacies

Sung by the dead are songs of regret
For dreams forsaken on the lonely road of life
Eagle works but results of a sullen eaglet
Following a totally convincing picture slashed by the knife
Sung by the dead are results of the mind's reflect.

Deborah Benjamin
©2019

Every living soul should strive to pursue their dreams while they still have life.The most important thing is ending well.What will be your song in the grave?

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