Epitaphs Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Epitaphs



Epitaphs were not my past.

Yet you asked me
to sing one.

I must not break your
heart
more than it be broken
in your mourning loss.

So I must you your due
epitaph.

Short it be:
‘Here be one who mourns
and fades’.[

Wednesday, October 21, 2015
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