A tad bit self indulgent

I thought I would post an old poem of mine for your (i hope) pleasure. Enjoy

Hold O endings
My life is not done
The garden needs tending.
The dogs need be fed.
Hold O love.
I miss you, true.
But your roses must grow.
TheHouseneeds cleaning
Hold O friend
true to the end.
My Burbon still warms me
my pipe still needs it's fire
Hold o death
for I fear thee.
And I still need my life.

Okay that was one of my old poems about old men. Weird how I always felt older than I really was. Anyways I wrote that back in 95. probably more to come later.

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