So far away, far away, far away land...
This be my saddened forlorn mispent dealt hand.
Far reaching my saddened heart...
Shocking paddles are needed for an unselfish caring, fresh new second chanced start.
Pain does toil in my bodily system to commit way too much damage of spoil....
This is my final lifely royal like kingdom.
This final song in my heart keeps singing it's song longly sad and achingly wrong...
T'will'st this remain my final last swan song sung as singing?
Yes dear reader of readings well poor...
No more score so sore this last final score.
Curtain...
For assuredly certain.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-far-away-curtained-for-certain-land/
