Poem -

Procession to a grave

Procession to a grave

Once he was here

Now he's gone

I could see him over there

Now he has fallen

F

   A

L

L

    E

N

I could see him running

    Just like any kid

 Now in his grave turning

    It's time to farewell bid 

Once a kid

Now a corpse

The earth has hid

Him 

Inside a hearse 

    He was just like any of us

A 19-year-old kid

    Another death 

Another football match concuss

ion 

 Procession

    To a grave

        Family

In mourning for 

Another death 

     DeAth 

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Tony Taylor

Wow!! JAI MASTERS!!.....VERY powerful read my friend.......I played American football for 9 years ........and so many friends of mine have suffered because concussions can cause problems for such a long time....... this piece felt personal....... as though it were someone you knew personally who wound up in the hearse.........LOVE the way you use formatting brother.......PINNED this one........ excellent work!!........LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?☀✴✳♥

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Jai Masters

Mourning Tony from under down 

its all upside down and if it's 

true about parallel universe 

than this kid is alive and well 

kicKing again; that's cool you 

played football I confess 

to not know your game 

other than your broad 

shoulders:)))) be well 

& meet me in Bali one day 

LuV Jai:) 

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