Poor Young Life Poem by Michael Rentz
Poor Young Life
Eerie fog surrounds the school,
All is quiet on campus,
Poor Neil lies at home,
Supposedly sleeping.
Quiet steps lead down the stairs,
Death is fresh in the air,
The smell of gun powder lingers,
Another great life is gone.
To his father’s surprise,
If only, If only,
Should have let him speak,
Should have listened.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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