I'll miss it all,
the face of a clock
directing the days,
saying hours are left
The touch of a hand
patting my shoulder
A shared laugh,knowing smiles
Even tears and sorrow
Most of all, the hearts
I've shared with joy
The notice of a birthday,
and yes, even the dread
of no more
I'll miss the smiles, laughter and the tears

anon - are you going on a trip? What's the poem about? ++ Chuck
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Is the poem about death? CAM
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Right Cam- it's about death.Anon
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So much seemed familiar.CAM