Your Last Day On Earth - Poem by Bryan Riley
In the time to follow,
your aged, disease-riddled
form will bear nothing
but the memory of the
strength and cunning that was
and you will slide, softly, down.
That lifetime you knew
exists now through a veil
on the other side of the world-
your private Camelot; don't worry.
You are not alone.
They are all here to see you off-
The stern-faced cyclops...
Like the big fish from the movie,
you will swim into legend,
and they will continue your
tall tale long after you
have left this world behind.
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