A Last Adieu
The sentence was death, terminally sure,
to pack my bags, adieu
As reds have never looked so red,
and greens, the greenest hue
The wine the sweetest on my tongue,
as birds sing sweeter still
The children’s laughter I embrace,
their joy I’ll keep until…
In thinking back on what I’ve missed,
my mind then draws a blank
Every wish and every hope, twice over,
with my thanks
A hundred days to say goodbye,
and voice my first hello
No tears have I for broken dreams
—as I prepare to go
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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