Goodbye John Lennon

 

The moment I am alone is the crying time
I want to be strong and let go but I just cry

I found a turtle this morn then tapped it with a branch as I smiled at my great find

To my dismay it was dead

Now it drifts past me with moss upon its head as I stand on the banks helpless

I cannot save it
It is beyond my reach

It is dead
I cannot remove this turtle
from my view
 

I can look elsewhere
but I know it is by my side no matter which direction I choose to look

Why did it die? Why did I see this today? What does this mean to me?

 

 

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