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written by: Stanley Wilkin



We know too well that we
will die,
Will feel the drear gusts of death
the final fear
the angry sigh-
we know, we both know in each fading breath
that all religion is a lie
that grief
disappears by and by
and tears never bring relief
the sun brings heat,
we know all this but never ask why
and smile together in careless defeat.
hold my hand as we walk along
forgiving love,
forgiving wrong
knowing too that above
is neither further life nor duller song;
hold my hand
as we go
step by step; slow, very slow.

Stanley Wilkin

Stanley Wilkin

Stanley Wilkin is a freelance lecturer and education consultant working in London
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