Mel Merrill Poet Elegy

The Best of Me

My youth is scattered o'er the sea,
The very best of who was me--
So toss a wreath upon the bay,
My youth has sadly passed away.

The blue-green waves my ashes keep,
A sacred thing upon the deep--
And should someone my ashes see;
They will have found the best of me.

~M

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Eileen Manassian June 24, 2014 at 10:28 PM The best of you is here and now, Mel. I beg to disagree. Youth is in your heart. Lovely poem nonetheless. Mel Merrill June 25, 2014 at 12:40 AM I agree, sweetheart. I don't recall when or where I wrote this, but imagery aside, I'm a big kid--sometimes. Hey, compared to the Oak tree out front, I'm a child. Good hearing from you...xox...Mel :)

Tawona Mzila Ranganawa April 21, 2014 at 5:37 AM NICE....I like it Mel Merrill April 21, 2014 at 12:54 PM Thank you. Hey, it flows :) Drop by anytime, my friend. Mel :)