The Pawn
For God’s sake don’t look down, look up, ’cause when you sulk and sigh, the other boys think you’re a dunce; and, frankly, so do I. Why in the hell do you look up, and sob and tremble so? You grit your teeth and smack your ears like some clown in a show. Don’t ever look away like that when Daddy talks to you. You know that you’re the reason why I do the things I do. The young man placed upon the grave an ivory-carved chess pawn. The young man stood beside his wife. Dry-eyed, the man looked on.
Pretty powerful words there Daniel. Having been to many a graveside in my life, that has impact.
that's a story that is told and told again. i have a lot of admiration for poetry... it seems to escape me unless im heartbroken which i have not been for a few years now. Really liked this, and you made it rhyme... even more respect!