The Debtor
To all who are among us
I bid you all farewell
as the lid press down the eye
another story tell.
Drift me to a meadow
at peace the ever last
where all the times of sorrow
rest only in the past.
Judge me by mistake,
for who does wear the crown?
Win or lose the game
the dice have rolled me down.
As the end is final
and all begins anew.
Whether inch or mile,
love travels back to you.
Adieu to those who loved me.
Why must this slip bereave?
This part of what was lent me,
is all I have to leave.
Copyright © Ant Mac | Year Posted 2024
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