Good-Bye 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 morning forgave

A living refusal,
my back to the grave

The years have renewed,
all memories collide

The old and the 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)