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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Yes I like this one. I love your dry sense of humour Kevin
Thank you, Lorraine. I am delighted you like it and thank you for your kind words.
All the best, Kevin
Tootrue. No one can escape Death’s stealthy approach.
Thanks for your comment, Vivienne. Indeed they can not. As it says in Hamlet, “for that fell sargent death, is swift in his arrest”.