A Poets Farewell
Deep, deep ,down.
In my heart, of hearts.
I knew, that there would only be,
One outcome.
I just tried to stave it off.
Being the coward,
That I was.
I point no finger of blame....
T'would be churlish of me to do so.
And even if'd I did,
To what purpose would it serve?
Sometimes knowingly,
Though more than oft, unwittingly,
We choose and stumble,
along that path, We call life.
Most succeed, and if we don't?
There's none there, that can reprimand our failure.
I'd like to think, I've had a good life!
But in all honesty , in retrospect,
I think it's been shit.
I hope whoever reads this......
Has better luck with theirs.
Giajl © Jim Love
1955-2013