I sat on the cold wooden bench It was a bleak wintery scene dead leaves rustled by I rose and put down flowers . Visiting a grave is not my thing But I had promised her And so I muttered words In way of the bereaved. How quiet is the graveyard So Peaceful so bare of life. I turned away to my solitude There is no sweetness, no bitterness Just a vacuum of emotion Yet I am alive A mere husk of a man All my friends are gone, Can you live too long?
I must pay respect where its due and also must let you know young man that I have socks older than you even if their not mine but misplaced. Excellent piece Sir enjoyed the sentiments of every line my good man.Cheers…Jesse
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoMay 9, 2014
Don't study Jesse, he just wish he could be our age. Great poem, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this one from you Bransome. : )
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this is pretty powerful and poignant
ty for sharing this with us