On Going Epitaph
of all the poets I have read
and loved the most are dead
impressions they have left with me
with gentle touch that meant so much
are part of olde antiquity
for they were dead e'er I was born
though not yet gone the pictures stay
and rondelays go on
kipling through my mind
what word's worth a
pound or tenny
son
what wall do
emers own ?
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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