On the Death of Friends in Childhood

Submitted by Chris Webster on Wed, 2006/08/16 - 05:34

We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven,
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
Forming a ring, perhaps or joining hands
In games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come, memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.

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