I made a cross
tried to carry it.
Even had a
whipping along
the way.

I did this to try
and see......
what if it had
been me.
Never made
it past the
front yard.

Placed the cross
in the ground.
Stood and looked
the tears just came.

How could they?
I ask.
More tears.
Does man ever
change?

Robert H. Green ©1999

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