How Will You Help? Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

How Will You Help?



How will you help?
so said the Figure grim
dressed in a flowing
mantle trim
and it was night.

I am a Poet Seer
would you will to hear
my song and chant
to-night
and nightingales
forego?

Erect spoke not the
Figure grim.
Yet he sate him down
A little distance
to hear my chant
and song.

Saturday, October 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,broken heart,death,falling,fear,helplessness,life,life and death,muse,night
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