I have a sweet home, where I softly live
Thankful, with the big loves, all who still live
Loves not lost to time or failed in trust
Expected to last forever, they must

I have an idea, in some long ponder
To live on, just a bit, in time longer
Impossible! you say quickly to me
Well, let me explain, how it's so easy

I have a long hallway, in view, without art
At my home, where I lay my feeble heart
Blank walls there now, with absolute nothing
I'm really considering, for something

Hanging a few, framed and held in clear glass,
Poems mine, arisen from clear blue, mind gas
How long will they stay hung on a line
To seep into loved, a little light shine

At least possible, I hope, till I die
Then, I hope, at least my words left, will fly
Alighting in those, I had so so loved
Who read them in quiet, then sense a heart moved

Words that were thought finely written, by line
Thoughts that were in time, almost all of mine
Carrying tunes to not forget, ringing
Within their minds, forever lingering

Also to show to all their gifted,  young kind
Phrases from a deep in thought, poetic mind
And then, I may live a bit in longer
In many houses, with loves held stronger

Thoughts, in their still time, in quiet reflection
Happy thoughts, to drown those of depression
Holding a part of me, not gone rotten
And be a little more, unforgotten.

©  2017 Jim Davis