The stone was weathered
I couldnt read the name
still people gathered
just the same
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The poet dies, Ernest, but his works live forever. thats why most poets mocked death. yes in death they do die but their ideas live a long lease of life.
Alas, so few artists and poets ever have fame in their lifetime. Good piece Ernest.10
Ernest. We all must die, but the wonderful thing is that our works have a chance to live on. What a blessing. Thanks.10