Grave Circumstance Poem by Phil Soar

Grave Circumstance



I stood beside the grave with lots of roses in my hand
And as the vicar said the prayers, I knew she'd understand
The Roses were not for the grave, but for my new girlfriend
And as they filled the hole in, I left for the weekend

Thursday, September 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,life and death
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