‘To whence they came’

The size of one’s heart, 
is a measurement of love.
How deep their grave is, 
only matters from above. 

The deeper the hole, 
the greater the pain. 
Love and death are 
one and the same.

A depth of character 
establishes its name. 
All good deeds return  
to whence they came.

Once it occupied a chest.
Now this heart can rest.
Challenged to do its best;
it failed life’s exertion test. 

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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