Sober Poems

You that seek what life is in death,

Now find it air that once was breath.

New names unknown, old names gone:

Till time end bodies, but souls none.

Reader! then make time, while you be,

But steps to your eternity.

—Baron Brooke Fulke Greville, “Caelica 83

Wiki on Fulke Greville




The Stew

Death gives life that’s all around.
Old friends become new.
You that live in the ground.
Not writing,while you stew.
Reach up after your Father.

Giving to life a neverending.
Being bound by your action.
Not to manage whats not yours.
Let last breath forever lorn.



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