I shall wear his laurel leaves.
The leaves fell from his hair
The day you told him to go.
I wish to pick them up,
Place them in my hair,
Not matter if they be brown or green
I wish to wear those old laurel leaves of his.
©Charlie F. Kane
10/11/08
Charlie F. Kane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laurel-leaves/
