I Can Miss Poem by August W. Landing

I Can Miss



Bones are roting as the flesh.
You were prettier when alived.
I shall not recall the smell
Nor the joy thy brow deprived.

I shall say and sing and tell,
Of the mid-noon you arrived.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: joy
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