Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
So. What did you think?.
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Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.
Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.
MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
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MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.
The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.
The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.
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by N Marshall Bertsch
(N Marshall Bertsch is a Republican who was profoundly
griefstricken by the assassination of John F Kennedy).
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains read more
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just read more
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.
But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.
Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.
Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is read more
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.
