Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, April 04, 2005

Changing of the Guard

A man loved

Out of his seat
and into the streets
of the world

To know his people
to grow his flower
What a seed!

Now lying in state
the mourners tents
soon to rest in Rome

Soon to be replaced
a new red cap
the color of smoke

But the flower remains
fruit of labor
in the wake

of a dedicated life


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