You’re a Stranger

You're a stranger
in a brown jacket
smoking a Marlboro
passing me by
You don't know my name
and I can't tell you -
not that it's a secret:
too much grass grows over my gravestone

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This is so beautiful…. and sad.


The descriptive tone and Narrative point of view (First person view) are really effective when we recognize the narrator is a dead person at the suprise ending of the poem.

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