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South-by-Southwest
Poems
Jun 28
When It's my time
When it's my time to go
do I go alone ?
Who's to guide me ?
Who's there to open the gate ?
Who's there to say welcome home ?
The days have been torn from the book
There's nothing between the covers
but that dubious look
No hands of man can reach me
No clock can measure
No wind will chill
No thoughts remain
No tears left unwashed
by rain
I will go to the music
I will crave the light
I will not fear
Nor lose sight
Between the day and dark
I will choose to follow
If I lose the way
It will be my sorrow
So let my hand go
Whisper something
beneath your breath
I will see you there
beyond the grip of death
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South-by-Southwest
74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)
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