Orphan's Lament

Orphan's Lament

A Poem by anton
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a short poem (hooray!)

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I was thinking of my father

And the things we didn't say

The rebel yell of uncouth youth, that never came his way.

Nor to me, the vocabulary of 'better in my day'

Tho' sorely missed

We were surely blessed

By the things we didn't say.

© 2010 anton


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Added on June 24, 2010
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anton
anton

Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom



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