bareleg eulogy

and so, we gather here to say:
what we once loved has passed away.
the little things forever gone -
like weeds against bare legs at dawn,

like dewdrops felt by skimming hands,
and living hearts on loving lands,
not empty frames left here to rot
by those who knew, but just

forgot

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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