Those who lived here are gone Or dead or desolate with grief; Of all their life here Nothing remains Except their trampled, dirty clothes Among the dusty bricks, Their marriage bed, dusty and bent, Thrown down aside as useless; And a broken toy left by their child … | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN |