Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

He Left Her a Poem

On the streets of the tent-city
   the lad grew up fast
Crime, drugs and vice
   How long could he last

A rich heiress had pity
   took him into her home
Too late to reform him
   He left her this poem:

   HIV bug
   Grave dug
   Cry not
     ~ I rot

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Bj Legros Kelley February 28, 2024 at 12:33 AM Sad. It is indeed the scenario for many in our country nowadays. It makes me so sad.

Shirley Hawkins February 27, 2024 at 6:12 PM I dug my grave Which I'll lie I had a choice I chose to die. WOW! How sad.

Heidi Sands February 27, 2024 at 10:31 AM Powerful poem Gershon. Well done :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers February 27, 2024 at 5:58 AM Hello Gershon, A very powerful poem and ending. I work in Philadelphia, where there are tent cities, lots of illegal drugs, and death. It is so sad to watch. I am a therapist in the city and get to help this population. Thanks for the power of the poet. - Blessings, Daniel

Kelli White February 27, 2024 at 5:39 AM Wow, dramatic beautiful poem GW, kelli

Karen Jones February 27, 2024 at 1:10 AM Wow very powerful what a great impact with so few words! Well done.

Bill Baker February 26, 2024 at 11:00 PM Ouch! cruel lad, him act real bad, probably him had, no dad. That's sad. Good rhyme poetry though. WTG gw! BB

Hilda Greenhough February 26, 2024 at 10:09 PM An interesting poem. Your writings always wake me to problems of today.