Poem by Edgar A. Guest
(www.ellenbailey.com)
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free? Continue reading
Poem by Edgar A. Guest
(www.ellenbailey.com)
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free? Continue reading