Jun 2017
Cyril
Mind clear and
Almost singing.
But years weigh
Like gravity upon
The body.
This is it, then.
The end.
Unable to rise
From your throne-
Look death in the face
And say
Thank you for my life.
Mind clear and
Almost singing.
But years weigh
Like gravity upon
The body.
This is it, then.
The end.
Unable to rise
From your throne-
Look death in the face
And say
Thank you for my life.
