Darkness prevail as the wolf in the yonder it wails,
the loss of a soul to those alive unknown,
his tools locked back in the shed no one around for tears to shed,
the big guy with his big face be fell,
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The true value an antique comes after 100 years, when most of the people who used it are no more. Who will bury the undertaker? A nice poem.
thanx simon.feel free to go through the rest....u can rate them too