Incident Poem by Imogene Wagner

Incident



He stained my glasses with harsh words
And for that day
I looked upon the world of men
all dirty grey.

Yet I counted twenty words he's said
To make joy turn,
And wondered why just one dead word
Could friendship spurn.

(November 1948)

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Imogene Wagner

Imogene Wagner

Edenville, PA
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