by GMS75Florida, USA
Jun 2013 464 Views 1 comments
Epitaph
He was prone to tolerance...
and yet steeped in bias.
He searched love...
and when it found him,
he ran like a coward from the field.
He loved life...
and yet, never really lived.
He dabbled in music, prose
and poetry...
Yet struggled to understand the
obvious.
Here he lies...
Under the fallen leaves ....
the still, fallen leaves.
Gregory
and yet steeped in bias.
He searched love...
and when it found him,
he ran like a coward from the field.
He loved life...
and yet, never really lived.
He dabbled in music, prose
and poetry...
Yet struggled to understand the
obvious.
Here he lies...
Under the fallen leaves ....
the still, fallen leaves.
Gregory
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
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