Mr Chin-Held-High
The dry eyed man walked
with his chin held high.
He'd done his best, and
said his worst.
There he walked away,
away from the hearse.
Who it contained,
I do not know...
But whoever it was,
they sure got a show.
Copyright © John Walton | Year Posted 2014
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