His Face Flushed Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
His Face Flushed
His Face flushed thus, yet he faded so
And old be wisdom as it ancient be
In the grave skull upwards
Agony of time and state
The holed cheeks once flushed
With red so many times
So Beauty enthroned alas!
It stinks and rots
To rot it stinks
And bones rest uneasy sad
In the ageing coffin
Remember this:
Though flushed, yet fades
And from the fading to transform again!
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