Toils Poem by Tony Adah
Toils
We all can hold no more
Our precious gifts
Struggle no more for those possessions
When our skeletons will lie in a crypt
Like the diviner's shells
Waiting for an anthropologist in a crucible
To unveil how great
Our civilization fared.
Monday, March 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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