An Unfinished Portrait

AN UNFINISHED PORTRAIT.

I look down from my castle high in the sky,

And I can see many spirits like puffy clouds float by,

A young mother, a stillborn baby, and an ancient women.

They float by, they all look so happy now as I look down upon

Them from my castle high in the sky.

They knock on my windows and doors as they drift by,

They want me to join them, to join them in their ghost dance

In the sky.

“Maybe tomorrow”, I shout at them,

“Be gone, please just be gone, leave me be” I shout.

For yet I feel I have a lot more of life’s long road to endure,

Before I join them in their ghostly dance,

And one day I know this for sure, and then, no more,

No more.

Matthew Hewitt

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