An Old Man's Elegy
An Old Man's Elegy
All the people went home;
There was no place to go.
Shadows laughingly mocked them,
As they made their way home in the snow.
They sold the old man's house,
To the highest bid.
When the gavel came down,
It sealed the final nail on the lid.
The poor man ruminated
By day and by night.
The townspeople had done him wrong;
And there was no way to change the wrong to a right.
Something sinister ensued, that terrible night;
And nothing could ever make things the same.
One by one, in the shadows of night,
His final elegy in state, to clear his good name.
Morning broke early in the fog and the mist.
He had slept in the wood completely alone.
For all his righteous sins this old grieving man -
He would wholly atone.
You see what he did was to pay them threefold;
In precious gems and a handful of gold.
He told them his house was his life and his home;
Never again would they sell it nor would he ever to roam.
May 20, 2016 Contest: Any Poem You Ever Wrote NOT for A Contest
Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2016
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