Look
Look right through me
Look for the 21 old spitfire fighter pilot me
On the runway preparing to take off
Hoping to change the course of war
Look at me when I am poor and unsure
Look at me when I am happy
Old and inferred and wearing nappies
And look at me now
Look at my lines
Look at my wrinkles
Now look at what you are going to miss
As I stare into the abyss
Now look at me as I blow
What may be my final kiss
And I pray you know this
Is heaven be bliss
You are the only thing about this life
I am going to miss
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2015
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