My Words Remain

In the company of Poets,

I make my bed

 

In the company of Poets,

I rest my head

 

In the company of Poets,

my dreams congeal

 

In the company of Poets,

my heart revealed

 

In the company of Poets,

my thoughts are brave

 

In the company of Poets,

all time a slave

 

In the company of Poets,

my wishes fly

 

In the company of Poets,

my hopes ally

 

In the company of Poets,

the road is cleared

 

In the company of Poets,

my past endeared

 

In the company of Poets,

one wish sustains

 

In the company of Poets

—my words remain

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

 

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