WALK WITH ME AWHILE

Come walk with me awhile,
Let us hold hands,
In my footsteps beguiled,
When I walk one last time,
For’st to make one last Rhyme,
One last time my Story told,
For’st for me the bell whilst toll.
Author’s Note: Be there at my death, which likely unannounced, might’st occur, such whilst telling a story. Hold my hand as I pass to still, if you will, I trust. It’s not all that joyful to leave behind, my journeys and time, my people and rhyme, and will. But if I must, I will. I will leave them all, leave them aside, for new adventures I’m promised on the other side.🙏
Poetry often flows, right into prose. It’s just a wink, the way poets think.
tom tenbrunsel
Poet Laureate of my Domain