Heaven Its To Roam
To live life as a Poet,
to slay the demon time
Your spirit freed with every verse,
in meter and in rhyme
To reach beyond your passion,
to say what others feel
To bring tomorrow home today,
the devils wrath to reel
To wander past your memory,
returning once again
Each word a ticket through the gate,
its path relined with friends
Their faces each and every one,
a title to a poem
That left your hand so long ago
—with heaven its to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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