'Death of a Hermit'

'Death of a Hermit'

'Twas a mournful time

That morning.

With clouds so dark

And gray.

The gloom filled air

Hung heavy

As they carried

Him away.

There was no one

To mourn him

No one to call his name

As his soul left here forever

The earth remained the same.

Now 'tis a sad sad soul indeed

To have to meet his end

Without having ever

Made on earth

One solitary friend...

Kesti©

1966©