Farewell
Farewell at last
I say goodbye
My time is growing short
We meet once more
The last, I’m sure
Beneath a painted sky
When finally the world is lifted
From these words we speak
The shame, the fear, the doubt will crumble
Worthless, to our feet
With language as a cover
Just a fake facade
A camouflage of kind to ponder
Under aimless stars
I journey on to vagrant times
I fill my troth again
With dreams of a sweet tomorrow
And a heart now free from sin
Francis J Grasso...written 2025.09.11
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