Oktoberfest Poem by Frederick Kesner

Oktoberfest

for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey
letters fade as have these wondrous lines
like shriveled fruit wasted on withered vines

in the distance heard an infant's cries arise
here in this moment gaze beyond the skies

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Frederick Kesner

Frederick Kesner

St. Thomas University Hospital
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