End Of The Game Poem by David Harris

End Of The Game

Rating: 4.5


There are times
when we stand on a stage
and there below the glare
of the footlights below
blinding our eyes
are rows and rows
of empty seats
where no one came to see
our farewell performance
to mark the end of the game.

15 January 2008

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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