Time will tell the tale with docility....

All stories could be said with unity! 

Will we survive the sad blow?

So far it's all going so wrong

We die at times; past a long life endeavour

Good poetry and songs remain forever.

Cloka

After death we remember the good times

And this remains with us forever in rhymes.

Forever remembering the bright times...

No matter what's behind the door bell chimes

Writing a preferred line as pastime-poetry?
Could be best, caring out a wits symmetry 

Won't we all be separated at this instant?

Won't be writing when our endurance bolts?

A few have expired within the sweep.

We gaze in horror; as weak as deep 

No smiles for a while   
Started 5/21/20 by Theiah;

It's not that radiant and well so more
Have you seen any boats coasting on this shore?