History Is A Ghost Poem by Chester Maynes
History Is A Ghost
The woods are dark and calm
Some demons are quietly playing
When some years ago
A child was drawn to his game
His spoon was late after six p.m.
He smelt like the ground
Leaves on his back
There was a birth of remorse
History is a ghost
Of many dreadful accounts
Yesterday is unalterable
We gain and we lose
(written on June 9,2011 Singapore)
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