Heaven Its To Roam

To live life as a Poet,

to slay the demon time

 

Your spirit freed with every verse,

in meter and in rhyme

 

To reach beyond your passion,

to say what others feel

 

To bring tomorrow home today,

the devils wrath to reel

 

To wander past your memory,

returning once again

 

Each word a ticket through the gate,

its path relined with friends

 

Their faces each and every one,

a title to a poem

 

That left your hand so long ago

—with heaven its to roam

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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