by Keith D Allison

Wondering of the mind

Drops of another time

Asked not what your country can do for you

Quiet breath before the journey

The red and green of a distant land

Quiet times on the river before the fever

Meditations of life and death

Longings for tomorrows breathe

Drops of whiskey to hide the fear

Times endless march

The laughter and tears


Meditations of life and death

The emptiness of so many trails walked alone

A piece of paper marked with age

A stone marked the date May 2012

A class of cognac to mark years

Longings for tomorrows breathe


Posted on 12/31/2011
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/31/11 at 10:23 PM

Excellent summation as one year ends, and another begins. And, "Quiet times on the river before the fever" beautiful yet feels like a weary warning. Thanks.

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