To the Very Last
To the very last
Was a traveler
A dwarf within
That rises to follow
Of its nature ability
Toward a giant that
Kindle soft desires
That had no good limit
Rise on age
He could save
The turning toward you
With a ceaseless pain
In its lengthening chain
Of hope that meet
The flesh of our meat.
I saw her in the round
There was a sundial sound.
Give signal sweet band
Of hands around her mound
She was the subtle
Of all that she sit
She was our queen
And when she danced
We began to sing.
But travelers soon
Move on move somewhere
To entertain some others fair
They dwarf us of their time
They follow the road
That led to forever
Where the getting there
Is only temperedly done
When the traveler raises to his journey
The ceaseless pain that chain him
Is that try as he must
He can not stay
Death is their only limit
Only the being of the shadow
Of the sundial points their way
In their go is the promise
Of beginning again
Somewhere new to woo
To travel to subdue the new
Poets use to travel to wander
Here and there far a field
Till called to service
In affairs of the heart
And what it means
To be human in the skin
poem by David E. Patton
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