Sharp Ends
By birksy
On a wet October afternoon, The lazy rain runs down the hill And two old women meet again Their faces long, their lives are still. He went before they had the chance, To know the man he really was, Till now in grief they stand alone, Two women united by their loss. Through the years they’ve both met here, His grave has been the meeting place Two Mrs. Sharps bow their heads, To a bigamist who had no disgrace. And back at home one makes the tea, The other plays some lonely chords, Another year they’ve passed alone, To them life holds no more rewards. Written January 1st, 1999 © on Jul 25 2001 05:15 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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