You will eat of my meat
And drink from my flask,
You will share my air
And whiff the same dust.
Of the words that soar
From them you will rhyme,
Of many stumblings yours
In truth they are mine.
In time
You will close my eyes
And in better ones
Look down, below
Upon my grave
And up
To where I go.
1 comment:
Parang 'drink to me only with thine eyes & I shall dine with thine'
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