Alas!
The romp and pomp
Of boisterous play,
Is fleeting away!
Ere' the doormat of manhood
Is where I stand.
Marry!
It hast come anon.
For this is the sum of
Boyhood's toil.
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Author:
David E. Stewart (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2025 17:45
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
All things must pass. A ,most poignant poem
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