Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
My Writing's Not Yet Done
When I shall die
And in my casket lie
Lost in eternal sleep
No reason there to weep
Rested in deepest slumber
Gone will be my laughter
My eyes will be closed
Like a withered red rose
And no more to hear
The songs I hold dear
Quietly like the setting sun
At close of day, I will be gone.
But not yet, for my writing's not yet done.
poem
by
Cynthia Buhain-Baello
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black