My son was killed while laughing at some jest, I would
I knew
What it was and it might serve me in a time when jests
are few.
A Son
written byRudyard Kipling
© Rudyard Kipling
My son was killed while laughing at some jest, I would
I knew
What it was and it might serve me in a time when jests
are few.
© Rudyard Kipling