David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,564 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Sitting Alone On Kay's Empty Bench - Poem by David McLansky

I sit upon Kay’s empty bench
And recite Villon in ancient French;
“But where are the snows of yesteryear? ”
Absorbed in the ground with my wet tears.

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  • Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (9/30/2013 5:25:00 PM)

    Perhaps '' last year's snow '' will rise up to be a new world poem.
    The tears are just for show.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 1, 2013

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