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On Seeing A Grave-Stone ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales

Who were you, deep sleeper?
Your grave is overgrown,
Neglected, unattended;
Who were you, Thomas Jones?
Did you love a maiden,
And did you love her well,
Did you go to Chapel
And live in dread of Hell?
Did you see the sun rise
Upon a summer's day,
Feel the bite of winter
And wish it far away?
Were you just a home boy,
Not one bit worldly-wise
Until events propelled you
On the road to your demise?
Who were you, deep sleeper,
That Nineteen Forty Two
Stole away your young life
From wanting else to do?

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