Pocket Poem Day 5- Epitaph

A short poem intended for (or imagined as) an inscription on a tombstone and often serves as a brief elegy.

He captured many a heart,

Till he unwillingly depart,

Books, his unageing friend

To heaven, I shall try to send,

One who left me young, and never grew old

I regret, my love I never told.

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