Childless
You say you went childless,
so where are your riches?
All wrapped up in numbers
or locked in a vault
You say you went childless,
but where is your fortune?
You’ve already been forgotten
—your grave has been robbed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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