Benjamin Bartley Poet Elegy

Galactic Ordered Divine Intervention

I’ve got a little change 
rattling in me pockets. 

Before I go, I do bequeath 
A little wisdom from my keep. 
So close now, I must bestow 
There’s so little left of what I know 
But what I knows is worth more than gold 
Some lost treasure from deep below 
Hold on, let me pull out this syringe 
And suck out my soul, fill the tube,
Inject the world with a little spew 
Of good gaudy divine truth 
This man’s one last dying wish: 

Know this ... The Dreamer never dies. 

Change still rattles in me pockets,
a lot less pennies, a lot less rockets. 

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Gary Radice March 20, 2025 at 1:55 AM It was the title that first drew me in Benjamin - Love it! I sense the words are spoken by an Irish person - - the use of the word 'me' instead of 'my' and, well the fact that it's been entered into the 'St Patrick's Day Poetry Contest' helps point to that. LOL! I have to say I really enjoyed reading this. Although each reader may have their own take on the poem's meaning I would love to know your own with this. I detected the wisdom of a dying man who has an honest, simple and humble desire for peace for the troubled place this world has become. Cheers - Gary Benjamin Bartley March 20, 2025 at 11:10 AM Thanks Gary. You pretty much nailed it. I'd like to think my narrator is retired from the Irish mafia (the "rockets"), settled here in American (the "pennies"), and of course the loose Leprechaun references with "gold" and "wish". And last but not least, not just dying, begging for it.