Clay Young Jr. Poet Rhyme

Finality, and Beyond

Finality, And Beyond


The person who wrote this book is dead
Though he never really lived
Beyond the written and the read
And every word WAS a lie


I think I knew him once
I think I knew him well
I think he killed himself
But he didn’t go to hell
He was delivered from it
And he thought that he could tell
Everyone to be okay
But it didn’t sell
So he decided, without change
He could no longer dwell
Around the ones that he loved
And bid them fare-thee-well

The person who wrote this book was never alive
Though he’s not really dead
The road of life has been along for the drive
As he stares over the wheel with a foot made of lead

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