Mourning Grace by Maya Angelou

18 Mar

 If today I follow death,

 go down its trackless wastes,

salt my tongue on hardened tears

for my precious dear time’s waste

race along that promised cave

in a headlong deadlong haste,

Will you have the grace to mourn for me?

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