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
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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