Charles J. Fitti

Heirs

Lost worlds
In graves lie buried
Are stilled
In immobile silence
Abandoned, untended,
Driven now by people pretended
To extent their hour
But who tend their own flower.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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