Thomas Anderson

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The wander of my private thoughts, and with them

Dimming star that begs guide me through my dark glen

Quick heartbeat that remains forever mortal

          It only counts time.

Patiently embrace wonder watching life’s web

For what is: humor, sorrow on us bestowed

Exist just as they are, force you to break through

          And you strain, falter…

Walking stick to help propel, as you recall

Chalk on board, later eye and ear for what is

Trading time to map straight paths for younger lives

          Flagstones to success.

There, find eternal pipe smoke wreath, warming chill

Ancient arguments, petty feuds dwindling

Fading with each precious breath as you begin

          Last endless journey.

When final mournful skirl of pipes’ banshee wail

Pierces brave hearts standing over open earth

Though they can’t see as you lay at rest, you smile

          At “Amazing Grace.”

Though all believe it will never expire,

What’s begun must some day stop.  Drink, glib banter, 

Laughing feasts, fears, tears end before we’re ready.