Heirs Poem by Charles J. Fitti

Heirs



Lost worlds
In graves lie buried
Are stilled
In immobile silence
Abandoned, untended,
Driven now by people pretended
To extent their hour
But who tend their own flower.

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Charles J. Fitti

Charles J. Fitti

Newtown Square, Pennsylvania
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