Poem -

Bones of why

Bones of why

Must man die 
In the evening sun 
By the fountain 
Must man die 
When the beautiful water 
Touches his soft soul
Walking past the spring 
A bird spy upon and 
Towards his resting place
Where waterfall falls 
Must man die 
When the sun rises 
Ay the music plays 
Children play 
A man must die the day 
He left his shoes by the waterside 
To say goodbye to the earth 
Must man die, Lord 
When the dying sun 
The son of God 
These waters whisper 
Pebbles once rocks 
Breath upon the water 
O Lord, He is gone 
As we remember the man 
The man upon the earth
The earth upon the sea 
Must man die 
In these tears of life and death 
Children play as if 
None must ever die 
Only to discover the bones 
The bones of why - 
Must man die 

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Jai Masters

No nothing; sorry my reader 
at least not in this poem; 
many poems I write of women
the abuse and prejudice 
not in this poem. 
 

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James unsworth

Im enjoying the fruits of your poetry my friend brilliant write, death will be the day that we are truly alive ? keep up the good work i rate this ??

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Jai Masters

Oh you saw this one
 well I fall in love with 
   Life 
  And my own death 
  So I ask why 
     Why 
  & therefore I appreciate you 
today coming. By 
     Thank you James 
       For your thoughtful comment 
  Jai:))

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