Bare feet amidst thistle, ear on whistle
I wake each day manacled by fetters
Life’s tenderloin gone, I now chew gristle
Tormented mind composing last letters
“To soul mate and wife, the love of my life
Forgive early dark days, cause of your tears
I’m serving my penance, shrieking of fife
The shrill sound of hell I daily so hear”
“To daughters, two hearts, I wear upon sleeve
Jewels, twinkling orbs, in darkness I’m blessed
Upon my demise, I ask thee not grieve
Say, 'I love you Dad, you’ve so earned your rest'”
My dear Valerie, I endure for thee
Seek stars, sweet guitars…through your eyes I’ll see
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