A ROBIN ON A GRAVESTONE A Robin Stood on a broken headstone Looked at me Winked an eye Raised its tail Wiggled it a little Tapped a Robin song Telling the dead To wait for the last day The day of judgment It may be Tomorrow Or Tomorrow Or Tomorrow Morrow Share this: poemPrintTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppEmailMastodonLike this:Like Loading...