24Jan
Sitting With The Dead
Sitting With The Dead (poem) Sitting with the deadTheir names upon the wallA nice breeze blows–Peacefulness The grandchildren never hadAren’t here upon this benchOnly me, and vacancyLike the things that could’ve been Who was Mort Potter?Or unfortunate James MorganAnd Augustus Roberts,Who only signed up for the reservesBut died at war What are our lives worth?Are […]