The Best of Me
My youth is scattered o'er the sea,
The very best of who was me--
So toss a wreath upon the bay,
My youth has sadly passed away.
The blue-green waves my ashes keep,
A sacred thing upon the deep--
And should someone my ashes see;
They will have found the best of me.
~M
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014
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