Quatrain of Last Mile - 1294 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Last Mile

Last Mile - the end

1.
O sweetheart! Do me a favor,
now that your all grown
up,

Kiss my gluteus rump and
drink paint thinner from a
cup,

You gave away love's
secrets as if you enjoyed
spying -

Why whisper a prayer to
God to reject me as I lay
dying?

2.
My only fault: to live as
if all that mattered was my
pride,

I tried to push your thoughts
under diabolic water at high
tide.

Now here you are, staring in
my face with a refueling
smile,

Knowing I can never hurt again,
for I have walked my last
mile.

Yorktown Disciple
2003