'Goodbye' Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

I said no to the man,
and made my own bed

I cut my own trail,
with eyes straight ahead

In debt to myself,
but thankful to all

My words freely spoken,
their verdict my call

I beat my own rhythm,
on multiple drums

I structured the lyrics,
to sing and to hum

The nighttime began,
what the mornings forgave

A living refusal,
my back to the grave

The years have renewed,
all memories collide

What was old, what was young,
the truth and the lies

A comet yet burning,
new verse in the sky

One word still an orphan,
and homeless,
—‘GOODBYE'

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2017)