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TUESDAY, JANUARY 17TH, 2023
This was the first poem that I wrote
that was published. It was when I was a senior in high school
and the literary magazine that Sumter High put out each year decided
it was good enough for their 1975 edition. Some may have seen
it before. Some may not have. Now all can view it
and enjoy the ramblings of that 17 year old, bright eyed poet!
EPITAPH
OF MAN
Man was born in ancient time.
His mother, Heaven. . .
His father, Hell.
Raised by hand, fed by machines.
His brother is his butler,
His sister is his maid.
Lived in a time of light and blue skies.
If threatened, hides behind a gun.
Died in recent time - maybe tomorrow!
Was killed by a disease he fought to conquer.
What was the horrible plague?
We call it
P E A C E . . .
AT ANY COST!!! |
