Tobacco's Charcoal

Arnold Crane was obsessed with his journey
He had been a rich Wall Street attorney --
   He had peered in his soul
   Found tobacco's charcoal --
Came to grips with himself on a gurney
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Faulkner Avatar
July 5, 2019 at 1:02 PM
By the time you get to the gurney, it's a little too late (by the way, you have put out an impressive number of poems, your muse is working overtime for you!)
Wolf Avatar
July 5, 2019 at 2:33 PM
Hope I don't go bankrupt paying overtime to my Muse. LOL. Thanks for noticing, Michelle. :) gw
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