A stain, no more.

Just a stain,
Where a plaque once lay,
A rusty mark within a stain,
Where a nail held tight,
To Larry,
Larry once a laughing man,
A kind man,
Drifted up into the air,
Burnt to a cinder,
Dust to dust,
The plaque took pride of place,
On the chiselled stone,
Larry lived on in script,
For all to see,
Two years went by,
No visitors,
The rain and wind took itís toll,
On Larryís plaque,
Now a stain,
On an ageing rock.




Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2018-07-22 at 18:16

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