The Day After

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The Day After

I was the 4th horseman
I remember how it all went.
I am here to tell all, I tried.
I spoke to my brothers, urged them to hold.
I didn't want this.I wanted to give man a second try.
To reflect.
To be better to each other.

My brothers rode out early.
They did not wake me.

As I rode madly, trying to catch them
I saw
They touched everything
All three.

I knew I would speak to them later.
and all I could do
was pull my night hood around me,
hold my shepherd scythe

And guide whom I could.

Later, before I spoke to my brothers
I wept
and saw my own undoing....

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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