My life is full of riddles,
Mountains, seas,
And roads without middles.
It's full of songs to sing along to,
And steamy plates of enchiladas.
But, I must bid them adieu.
Yes, friends, it's time for me to go,
I'm leaving but I won't be gone long.
My absence will bring highs and lows.
All I can ask
Is that you do not weep for me.
I hope it is a simple task.
I would hate to see you roam
Without me,
But, for now, I'm headed for home.
YOU ARE READING
CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
