Author Carl Rakosi Like slagthe face,old,one who knows he has been banished,knows his place,expects no sympathy or interest.At seeing methe facelit up at onceand smiled,expecting a smile:You're one of us! 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