Goodbye Susan Poem by Peter Rogerson
Goodbye Susan
No flowers for Susan
She wouldn't have liked
To see
Their tender stems
Plucked fro the blossom of youth
As she was
In her prime.
Her life
Stands
A monument of stone
For all to see
And wonder
Why
She's gone.
Gone,
While the wind still moans
Over the moor
Where once it used
To toss her silver hair
As it glistened in the sun
No sun, no wind, no flowers
For Susan
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