Today we present “Epitaph” a poem by Dave Callum.

Read by Herr Wozzeck, As A Gift.

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You’re

listening

to

The Voice

of

Dog.

This

is

Rob

MacWolf

your

fellow

traveler,

and

Today

we

present “Epitaph”

a

poem

by

Dave

Callum.

Read

by

Herr Wozzeck, As

A

Gift.

Please

enjoy


“Epitaph”,

a

poem

by

Dave

Callum

My

friends,

we

meet

in

sober

dress
To

praise

the

dead,

as

manners

press;
He

spoke

of

age

with

easy

grace,
And

made

forever

commonplace.

We

lived

by

seasons,

shore

to shore;
Each

crossing

bought

a

few

months

more.
He

dreamed

my

country

would

be

home,
Where

vows

would end our need to roam.

Speak gently now; the rite is

brief.
The

living

seldom

merit

grief.
The

man

survives.

Beneath

this

stone
There

lie

the

years

we

called

our

own.



This

was “Epitaph”

by

Dave Callum, read for you by Herr Wozzeck, As A Gift. As always,

you

can

find

more

stories

and

poetry

on

thevoice.dog,

or

wherever

you

get

your

podcasts.

Thank

you

for

listening

to

The

Voice

of

Dog.