Like Light in Autumn Time
I am not those toiled men—
My bones have never broken,
Buckled, bruised or even
Seen the weight of kin
Upon my back. I have carried
No soul’s brother off the battlefield—
But all too often here I tarried...
My bones have never broken,
Buckled, bruised or even
Seen the weight of kin
Upon my back. I have carried
No soul’s brother off the battlefield—
But all too often here I tarried...