Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

A Great Man Died


A GREAT MAN DIED

A great man died
And thousands said good-bye
And I was one of them-

When I die
Only a few will say good-bye-

So long as a few who really care
will able to go on with their lives
without me
I don't mind-

Even those who are not great
Must die
And said be goodbye to,
And I one of them-

Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013
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  • Babatunde Aremu (2/13/2013 10:13:00 PM)

    Great poet, you are correct. But you are already great as a poet. The greatness of a poet transit generations. Many will continue to say good bye as long as they read your poems. So you are a great man. Read my poem: INK IS MY BLOOD and see how great poets are (Report) Reply

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