The world is all Jingle bells
And Ho ho ho
And Deck the halls
And he has come to
Say Goodbye
I hear nothing of the frivolity
The party turns dark
And my drink is ashes
He has come to
Say goodbye
Somewhere cold they
Are celebrating
The birth of the sun
But the light in his
Eyes are Dying
All the years are
Weighing on him
His shoulders shrug
Beneath the weight
of his burden
He has wandered
Our shared world always
Here and there
He has travelled, always,
On the periphery of my thoughts
Many are his sins
And many are
His trespasses,
If you listen to some,
Including himself.
Ever the wandering Highway man
The daring, dashing, swashbuckling pirate
The lover of the carnal and profane
The taster of forbidden fruit
The taker of his own and everyone else’s
He has done what he liked
And said as much
No regrets
No looking back
Full sails ahead
Now, his fear is palpable
And tells me, tears in his eyes,
“I want my memory
Given to the youth,
My legacy is my past”
We talk of the
Things we've done
And memories share
My heart is swept away
I’m lost inside myself
He leaves me to
Move on
He has more goodbyes
to say before he
makes his final move
I stare after his trailing
Footprints in the snow
My longing for days
Past rising like
Single, lonely candle in a window
The world is all Jingle bells
And ho ho hos
And Deck the halls
But I stare out
The open door
A solitary shadow trails
Along the dark horizon
Of my memory
But at least
He came to say goodbye
About the Creator
William King
Gen X Dad, Musician, Writer, Artist and Visionary. These are the thought that invade my mind. I share them with you! Do you feel lucky! YOU SHOULD!
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