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Loss by Henry Burt Stevens Saturday, April 02, 2005 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
Loss by Henry Burt Stevens 6/23/2004 "when I no longer remember the sweet sounds where will they be?"......From the poem "Bill Maisel" Human's constant condition is as a candle flame when the candle burns completely- there is no candle, flame or loss. Like a single stowaway on a ship at sea who falls overboard and drowns unknown. Death once smelled is unforgettable by those who smelled- unknown by those who haven't. Erasure learned early salves memory's pain till maturity finds stronger clinics. Any ignorance is as forgotten- they become equals- both lose loss. An anonymous giver gives a high school- is it better if the donor's name is large upon the door? Loss is as finite as memory- both frail both terminal. Video

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Reviewed by Zoe Chow	4/2/2005

That was deep Henry, but so very clear. I'll be coming back for sure.




Reviewed by E T Waldron	4/2/2005

Henry your observations show the deep thinker at work! Excellent analogies and truisms!Thanks for sharing! Eileen




Reviewed by Sandra Corona	4/2/2005

WOW! Impressive write! :)Sandy




Reviewed by Mr. Ed	4/2/2005

Death once smelled is unforgettable by those who smelled- unknown by those who haven't. How sadly true, Henry, and this is quite a poem.




Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	4/2/2005

Loss is as finite as memory- both frail both terminal Fore Sure!! Love Tinka




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)	4/2/2005

Questions, questions, questions, man continuously asks our questions. Such is the human condition, and you have posed serious and profound ones.




Reviewed by George Carroll	4/2/2005

Memories loss at death is regained.