Often we walk in the shadow of words needed by this time or the other
Eyes cast down to words ripe in emotion and truth needed to be covered
Strong first line gathers them in, fill in detail; hold each one by a string
I see it clear old topcoat thrown over the shoulder headed down a dim lit street
No face to see only the backside of life fading into a mist of darkness
Reality is that the world is never that forgiving, face them the readers
Let them be a part of the wake, share a drink, toast good and bad, see their own mortality,
Slip out the back door, never look back.
Rode the last dream on a strong arm
Skipped past rainbow throws
Sports in hero mode
Flow of angels on arms
Children in faces held
Sold all the faith
Race it is in anger sown
Tribute aculeate saved
Markers on a mantle
Empty park bench
Children look and wonder
Summer so long gone
Soldiers come and gone
Stop one last time
To shake the hand of a hero
It is a tribute to the man
A reality of time given
Loved and more
In this fourth and final installment the intrepid crew is taken to the limits of their endurance as they brave a subterranean world filled with dangers and bizarre wonders. When Thurid’s warriors are defeated the crew frees the Grettig family from ca
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I have enjoyed the reading of "Retired". It is a poetic grand.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU