To Sir With Death
Undoubtedly, my appearance comes as no surprise
I know, beyond question, beyond a shadow of a doubt
I am a vagabond, a place to place traveler, a wanderer
I had a job- I quit
I had a home- sold it
I had money- donated it...to the mortgage company
My wife- gone
My children-gone
Even my dogs- gone
My heart, soul, thrive and want- gone
Want, what I want is the only thing I wanted for the past five years
Not a job
Not a home
Not even money
What I want, is my dream
A bottle of cheap whiskey
A cigar, any flavor will work
And a warm cozy patch of grass
So that I can watch one last sunset
Then, close my eyes forever
To sir with death
Vagabond Dreams Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
8/28/2021
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2021
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