My Expiration 2k11
Mine eyes shall come benighted - Sunshine gone;
Winded upon final stretch of marathone.
Whilom self - A Brother - Cousin - Friend,
Writer - Son; An earthly throb dealt its end.
Fated finish line - Spirit delighted;
Many questions answered when enlighted.
O blues come - weep not at a shallow grave,
As I'll be heart bound yet - Not in such grave.
'Twas a soul exhausted and it called home;
'Tis that same presence in such a poem.
Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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