Author George L. III Hart Like white goats, the young men surrounded him and a cup was passed above the heads of many to my son and yet it did not lead to his being laid out on a legless bed and covered with a pure white cloth. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments