Posthumously Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Posthumously



Trampled on by a day of evil
I lay on these thorns of despair
Shutting down, I’ve had enough
Wanting little to do with people
I shall gaze at life from the outside

No fame, few friends
No pretense, I’m done making a splash
Hear the wind gust like two centuries ago
Give me some pen and paper
I’ll keep in touch like J D Salinger

Posthumously yours

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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