A Marker in the Grass
I hoped for more than this, a marker in the grass,
my prize for having lived an unacknowledged life.
Enduring pain and challenge, striving to surpass,
I hoped for more than this. A marker in the grass
would now have to suffice, below in wood and brass,
without my name renowned, without the daily strife.
I hoped for more than this, my marker in the grass,
the prize for having lived an unacknowledged life.


Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber-
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Comments:
 
Papak   Papak wrote
on 6/20/2009 12:58:01 AM
Triolets are hard to write but you make it look easy with this one

BlueIris   BlueIris wrote
on 5/8/2009 12:24:48 PM
I like this. Occasionally, I like to walk through old cemeteries and read the tombstones. Most of us are soon forgotten by the world, but is any life truly unacknowledged?

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