"A Shrowd Found on a Bed of Roses"
Nov 17, 2000

For those of us
Who come and go,
For those of us
Who roam freely
And speak freely
And work freely
Because we're old enough to do so,
For though of us
Who paint what we wish,
Who watch our dreams come true,
Simply because of what we do;
For those of us who are simple,
Who simply live and simply die,
For those of us who care
Because we fear for ourselves,
For those of us
Who stand for our lives,
For those of us
Who've Survived,
Your life will be lived
Through ours;
Your speech will spout
From our mouths;
Your work will seep
From our hands,
Your canvas will be
Blotched by our paint;
Your dreams will be dreamt
In our sleep,
Because of what you've done;
And through the fear
We fear of death,
You will Survive, Young One.

Adrienne E Helms
nothingfancy@juno.com

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