He Kept His Identity Poem by Mark Heathcote
He Kept His Identity
Didn't he?
Didn't he what?
Didn't he?
He kept his dignity,
he didn't turn to us to look back
as I remember dressed in black.
He kept hold of his identity
as we all cried, half a world away…
'is it just out of habit - he'd say. '
Even now, he looks snazzy
we can't quite believe he's gone,
that he didn't cash in his last coupon.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
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