To A Grand Old Man

Lift a glass
for what has passed
and what will come,
as roses preen
and white mums sigh
their soft goodbyes
around us.

Once you kissed
a hundred lips,
raced horses wild
through midnight fields,
sang drunken dreams
to kith and kin,
til aging skin
and worn-out heart
dragged sweet sung words
to mounded earth
before the stanza ended.

Pris Campbell

Artwork: En Fleur
     by Laura Josslyn

A published poet and artist, Laura's paintings sing!

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