My Friend Traveled. Poem by Tony Adah

My Friend Traveled.



The dead do struggle the shroud with death
A white lining of linen
In a beautiful casket,
If it could be
There he laid
And it is true.

Sunday, August 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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