To His Diamond and Gold
Never belittle the trials of the weak
who, on his twenty-ninth’ pace
calls at the banter from your face
that see no star sparkles but glitters
in tears, wiped away in awful display
of your handkerchief!
To His Diamond and Gold
Never belittle the trials of the weak
who, on his twenty-ninth’ pace
calls at the banter from your face
that see no star sparkles but glitters
in tears, wiped away in awful display
of your handkerchief!