At last I have come full circle,
And the cycle concludes,
The air I have breathed dissipates at last,
Back from whence it came,
As I shed my shell,
I am weary, I have lived my life
Had my share of joys and my pinch of strife,
My love, do not cry,
I have not gone very far,
You will find me here,
We are not really apart,
But for now, let me be laid,
Listen to what the voices said,
I sleep in Mother’s embrace,
And am at peace,
So let me ascend,
Let me ascend
And let me be…..
This is the feeling I got as I was walking through the Park Street Cemetary today…..maybe, just maybe it’s true?
The Bilge Master
Has anyone ever told you that your poetry is sublime? It really is!
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