More early morning random musings from the Vagabond. As I embark on the second half century, Towards the inevitable, Fertalize the flowers, Cover the flowers, In Ashe, Feed, The Sea, For what will become, Of the memory that was me, Behold he was not here A dream, A Nightmare? Morose, In his despair. Alive I was once, Full of Joy. Smiling at all those Who I saw the smile Inside. Now wander a dying globe Dead with little hope Tho hope has not died Nor shall I. Alive in the stories of others, Immortal for a short while, Till memories, Fade With them me.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 16:38:14 +0000