Poor Yorick Poem by Barry Middleton
Poor Yorick
I look at him
he looks at me
he's not the man
he used to be
poor Yorick
the jester's skull
is not unkind
he lost his soul
he lost his mind
poor Yorick
he lost his lips
he lost his skin
he's not the man
he might have been
poor Yorick
I look at him
he looks at me
I'm not the man
I used to be
poor Yorick
a silent chat
by him and me
two mindless skulls
that came to be
poor Yorick
I look at him he looks at me I'm not the man I used to be poor Yorick a silent chat by him and me two mindless skulls that came to be poor Yorick.... touching expression. Beautifully crafted. Thank u sir.
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5/18/2024 7:08:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Life's best conclusion in a marvellous poetical way, your great way, Barry.