Death and the Poet

Back in 2015, I wrote “Epitaph On A Poet”. Looking back at my composition, I detect sadness with, perhaps a touch of humour:

A book of poems upon his grave

Could not the poet save.

The few his words touched

Failed to keep him from the dust.

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