Chris's Death, like Everyone's
Music: Fugue in B Minor for Organ. Get a free poem emailed to you each week via medium.com |
Chris' death, like everyone's, Comes just once a year, Around the time when you might see him Smiling ear to ear. Suddenly life turns to dust, Pain seems insupportable, The point? Ah, yes! There is no point. And so he waits upon the cliff, Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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