Whitman couldn’t see past
the death of the moment
but he remained alive
in spite of melancholy
He continued to feel joy
in the wake of sorrow
He continued to see light
in the torment of darkness
now he stands before me
invisible but presence felt
a guardian angel to protect
when I stray into danger
I feel secure in the knowledge
and continue my path
understanding a song of joy
he requested me to sing
though I know not the lyrics
Lyrics
The lyric is of the street, any street, side road, runway, path, alley, freeway, sky mile, back road. So long as a poet is marking the distance.
I'm still striving in the
I'm still striving in the face of little resistance.
Just Re-read
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Nice tribute poem, also an encouragement to each of us regarding perseverence and survival. Great evonomics, writing that says more in less words. Nice.