Abassi
When a poet dies
The world grows a bit colder,
Warmth of words fading...
When a poet dies
The world grows a bit colder,
Warmth of words fading...
© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved.
Hold Fast
Exhaustion reigned, and my whole body ached,The landlord wants more,
so he can milk uncle Sam
for those who don’t work.