A Crust of Bread
Snowdrops like candy, melting on tongues
Chilly air dancing, filling our lungs
An eagle overhead, feathers bound tight
Gray skies of winter, transpose into night
Men struggle and strive in the dark to survive
Warm summer's memories more dead than alive
A crust of stale bread, an ounce of thin gruel
Stave off for a moment hunger's specter so cruel
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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