Now The Answers Will Come
Though thirty years I’ve searched,
Seen my optimism battle tested
Yet sustains, a trifle doubted
Where might he be,
What is apt to be his plight?
His life fulfilled and so him gone,
Laid low ‘neath granite slab?
Or yet pursuing Truth
While bonds hold him not yet free?
So if perhaps this one last time
No matter where he may be
Pray he hears our joyful toast
Let us raise our mugs up high
“Happy Birthday Ronnie Murphy
Wherever you may trod or fly.”
it is no less said of him,
there be no greater stalwart,
his loyalty underscored
and stone-hardened by his Departure.
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Withdrawn,
For stead
old promises
vows of yesterday dimmed,
Foreclosed.
Directed by the wind
and destiny’s hand?
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sayeth her,
“I will induce you,
forever spew your words of love,
swear them deep of heart,
sweeten them of honey dew aplenty
and I will devour them
and ravish you,
leave only sinew’s remnants when I depart.
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