Alfred Britt

Rookie - 82 Points (September 1967 / Atlanta)

A Poem

A Poem

A poem of the day you went away,

A poem of tomorrow filled with sorrow.

A poem of life filled with strife,

A poem of heartache that I am told is fate.

A poem that was not to be because the above fills my eternity of what’s not to be.


Alfred Britt
Copyright 2008

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