Which Way To The Angels Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Throw out all the books
Throw out the tattered furniture
Sell the weights, the enjine hoist and the engines
Sell the cars..but keep the truck.
Throw out the shoes but keep the boots
Sell the gun but keep the knife
Burn all the paperwork and the paperbacks
Keep the skates
Give away the amplifier but keep the guitars:
one acoustic and one electric
throw out the pens and paper
Except for one fresh pad and a couple of pens
Sell the computer but keep the laptop
Take the memories down from the refrigerator
Take one last look at the children's rooms and
try not to cry
Sell the bicycles
Sell the motorcycles but keep the Ducati
Keep the skis
Its so hard to leave a place you built
Its so hard to forget the memories, happy or sad
The things that made you who you are
Though you hardly know yourself anymore
The thought of leaving causes an ache in your heart
But you know somehow you cannot stay
So many things are unfinished
Where will I go?
Who will have me?
So many fears are awakened.
But the sadness I feel here...I wonder if it wiill follow me
I wonder if I will ever know love
I'm willing to chance everything
Because here I am already dying
or maybe I have already died.
Bury me with my dreams of love
and please God....can I take my guitar and my skis?
And which way to the angels?

2008 © James T. Adair