Jayl Morris - The Space

Oh what tragedy,
tragedy gave.
Fate playing in the street,
trying so to dodge the tram.
Though tragedy raised it's sleepy head'
and loudly whimpered, 'I am, I am.'
So the tram passed,
such is fate.
the ambulance arrived.
but, it was too late.
The grocer rattled his teeth.
a gift tragedy bequeathed.
while I alone stood and stared
at the place that life had left.
Under fate's family crest'
tragedy gave tragedy's best.

Jayl Morris

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