The Call from Beyond the Wall

(A lone voice whispers) In a deep dream, I once heard a whispered call It came so softly Vibrating over all my inner walls It said boy Stand up tall Be courageous Throw away all of your life's toys and climb over all your life's many walls But I thought it was but a dream and did nothing at all And now at ninety-eight I'm still haunted by this soft call Of Boy boy Remember Throw out your last toy For a 98 It's still not too late We've still got a chance Climb over that last wall And together Hand in hand Into eternity We'll still dance If you can still hear this call (C) Copyright John Duffy Foundation. A poem of regret and lost love.