The Anniversary
Today, I sit 'mongst thoughts of erstwhile sorrows,
Which intermittently ooze from my intellect's hub;
Reminiscing three young men granted no tomorrows,
Bequeathing displeasing whispers I'd like to scrub.
Reopened today, are aggrieves, from past years,
In seemingly blameless doings they were caught;
Causing a mother's eyes to be ensconced with tears
Exposed was man's detriment to sin's onslaught.
in memory of three young men from my town.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2012
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