Dead Men Don'T Talk. Poem by Tony Adah

Dead Men Don'T Talk.



Dead men don't get
Tired with the world, living men do
They prowl and prowl
Ploughing and sowing, getting more or less
Happy or disgruntled
Tired with the ways of the world
They join dead men to rest
In their halcyon graves.

Monday, January 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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