For the people who are forgotten,
for the people left behind.
For the people who always tell the truth,
for the people who have lied.
The ones we have remembered,
the one’s we do not know.
The one’s who go all too fast,
the one’s that go too slow.
I write this poem to all the people,
Far, near, alive or dead.
This poem is for everyone,
for everything unsaid.
(I wrote this myself - Ella Grace)
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
One belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed…