A Poet's Epitaph
Life was unkind to him; All things went wrong: Fortune assigned to him Merely a song. Ever a mystery Here to his heart; In his life's history Love played no part. Carve on the granite, There at the end, Where all may scan it, Death was his friend. Giving him all he missed Here upon Earth Love and the call he missed All that was worth.
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