My journey to eternity
is a short and narrow walk
from the bustle and humdrum
from the bustle and humdrum
of man's urbanity that's waiting,
there, beyond that rickety picket gate,
there, beyond that crumbling stonewall
there, where the unpaved road begins
there, where the unpaved road begins
a journey to the bustle and chaos
of hands, and collars, and bosses...
there, where the sun has dried
the morning dew and rains of yesteryears
that blended the mud and sand and dirt
that sustain the plants and flowers
and the forget-me-not that's there--
that I caressed before I left.
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