GOODBYE

I said no to the man

and made my own bed

 

I cut my own trail

with eyes straight ahead

 

In debt to myself

but thankful to all

 

My words freely spoken,

their verdict my call

 

I beat my own rhythm

on multiple drums

 

I structured the lyrics

to sing and to hum

 

The nighttime began

what the morning forgave

 

A living refusal,

my back to the grave

 

The years have renewed,

all memories collide

 

The young and the old,

the truth and the lies

 

A comet yet burning,

new verse in the sky

 

One word still an orphan,

and homeless

—GOODBYE

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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