I DONT WANT TO BE KING.

I DONT WANT TO BE KING.

 

OLD MAN THE GRAVE AWAITS YOU.

YOU SEEM NOT TO CARE OLD MAN
DONT YOU KNOW OR DO YOU?
HAVE YOU BEEN SEEING HIM LATELY
AS YOU STUMBLE UNGAINLY AROUND THE GARDEN?

OLD MAN
THE WARM BROWN EARTH AWAITS
YOUR RECENTLY WARM BROWN BODY.
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD YOU
IN SICKNESS AND IN DEATH
THIS EARTH WILL ENFOLD YOU.

OLD MAN WHY DO YOU DO IT?
WHY DO YOU SMILE YOUR EMPTY- MOUTH SMILE
DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING NEW OLD, OLD MAN?
OLD MAN, THEY ARE DIGGING YOUR GRAVE
AND YOU MUST KNOW IT
FOR THE WIND HAS BROUGHT
THE WARM BROWN SCENT
TO CAJOLE AND CARESS YOU.

OLD MAN,
WILL YOU GO SILENTLY SANS GRIEF?
OR WILL YOU STEAL AWAY LIKE A THIEF?
OLD MAN DO NOT LEAVE ME
TO JOIN THE OLD WOMAN YOU LOVE,

OLD MAN, WHO WILL TELL ME OF MY PAST?
AND ASK ME TO REPEAT, OLD MAN DONT MAKE
ME MOVE UP A NOTCH,
OLD MAN, I DONT WANT TO BE HEAD OF THIS
BATCH.
OLD MAN DONT LEAVE ME.

copyright. lmh.

 

for my father @ 94.

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