My elder, my friend

My elder, my friend

A Poem by Wayward Soul

I bid you a-due,
my elder, my friend, and I know that god will take you back,
And pray how I may, surely I know that it shall not bring you back.
The soil unworthy for one such as ye, the coffin a dreary moan gives,
That star spangled banner sits tear stained in my hands as your widow says her last goodbyes,

I bid you a-due, my elder, my friend,
And though you are dead and gone,
I shan't morn for ye, for now you are free,
Forgiving of all of your sins,

I bid you a-due, my elder, my friend,
As I sit writing this poem,
I can't help but feel, some how your still here,
Guiding me from the beyond.



Sorry it took so long for me to write another thing, but Ive been buried under schoolwork. My plans where then ruined by the death of my grandfather, witch now, months later I still haven't gotten over. But he wouldn't want me to quit, so I won't. I'm still working on the ballad of wayward souls, and maby I can finally get the first chapter of the meradias out there soon.

© 2017 Wayward Soul


Author's Note

Wayward Soul
Apologies if it doesn't rhyme. I'm just kinda messed up as of late.

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