Tony Adah


Fret No More - Poem by Tony Adah

Fare you well
Son of the crooked earth
Fret no more for you are out if the mire
Frown no more
For the bayou has taken your thirst
And your body and your wants.
Fare you well
To where you are
Where quest is dead
And the sun no more shine
Or the rain puts anymore
The race has come t an end
Winning or losing
The earthly tools are gone
We bother our eyes with tears
But you may be smiling
And in an unending buffet
Fare you well
And fret no more.

Topic(s) of this poem: fate


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015



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