The Homeless One
A lone daisy in a meadow broad,
or some duck lost and alone on a dusty road,
these I understand, for my heart is like them,
lonesome, alone, isolated and condemned.
When the wings of death around me wrap,
there is no mourner to gave a rap.
Then passed as "unidentified" to the table
of a medical student's studies to enable.
The young scholar no doubt would find
all parts to hold and define,
but none could show and tell
of rich experiences now dispelled.
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