To Sir With Death

Undoubtedly, my appearance comes as no surprise I know, beyond question, beyond a shadow of a doubt I am a vagabond, a place to place traveler, a wanderer I had a job- I quit I had a home- sold it I had money- donated it...to the mortgage company My wife- gone My children-gone Even my dogs- gone My heart, soul, thrive and want- gone Want, what I want is the only thing I wanted for the past five years Not a job Not a home Not even money What I want, is my dream A bottle of cheap whiskey A cigar, any flavor will work And a warm cozy patch of grass So that I can watch one last sunset Then, close my eyes forever To sir with death Vagabond Dreams Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish 8/28/2021