A Year of Poems – Day 269

These are the last words of a man
A thesis developed from cradle to grave
Spoken from the toddlers babbling tongue
Wandering as a child
Wandering again at the end
Weaving in youth and second youth
Through the fields, forests, and cities of life.
Backtracking again and again
As parents sigh and children sigh again
Till he sighs out his epitaph,
“At last, the sea.”


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