After many years in the basement,
behind a green tattersall shirt,
next to a plum colored robe,
is my gray tweed sports jacket;
sadly hanging like an old man’s *******
inside the left breast pocket rests
the funeral program of a man
I have learned not to hate,
or to become a semblance,
and god ****** I have not;
I still have time remaining.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
After many years in the basement,
behind a green tattersall shirt,
next to a plum colored robe,
is my gray tweed sports jacket;
sadly hanging like an old man’s *******
inside the left breast pocket rests
the funeral program of a man
I have learned not to hate,
or to become a semblance,
and god ****** I have not;
I still have time remaining.
