To a Passed Master

Discussion in 'Poetry and Words of Wisdom' started by Blake Bowden, Oct 4, 2009.

  1. Blake Bowden

    Blake Bowden Administrator Staff Member

    Who's the stranger, Mother dear? Look, he knows us- ain't it queer? Hush, my son, don't talk so wild; He's your father, dearest child. He's my father? It's not so. Father died eight years ago. Dad didn't die, O child of mine; He's been going through "The Line." But, he's been Master now, so he Has no place to go, you see- No place left for him to roam- That's why he's coming home

    - Walter Belt

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