And Then There Were Three
And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don’t mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There’s no reason for it, you’ve gotta go sometime.If you can hear this whispering you are dying.
I never said I was frightened of dying.
RIP, Richard Wright
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The memories of man in his old age, are the deeds of a man in his prime…
Rest in peace, Richard.
Comment by Jay G. — September 16, 2008 @ 3:03 pm
Remember a day before today
A day when you were young.
Free to play alone with time
Evening never came.
Sing a song that can’t be sung
Without the morning’s kiss
Queen - you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king
Why can’t we play today
Why can’t we stay that way
Fair winds and blue skies Richard
Comment by Brigid — September 20, 2008 @ 8:58 am