Yesterday
My classmate died
In a hit
and
run.
I scour the local obituaries,
And yet I cannot find his name.
Though I knew little of him,
I have little reason to forget him.
Perhaps, if I grow older
I will stand at his grave
And somberly ponder
At that epitaph of squandered youth.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
Yesterday
My classmate died
In a hit
and
run.
I scour the local obituaries,
And yet I cannot find his name.
Though I knew little of him,
I have little reason to forget him.
Perhaps, if I grow older
I will stand at his grave
And somberly ponder
At that epitaph of squandered youth.
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