"From my crypt, I see you there-
Saddened eyes and long blonde hair.
Why must you tarry here for me?
For where I am, you cannot see.
You keep coming round this way-
Go seek for you another day.
My pain was taken long ago,
But you've go many roads to go.
Wear your heart not on your sleve-
Remember me, but do not grieve.
I am resting well at ease,
Turn and go away now please
I am removed to that distant shore
Where anguish and sorrow are no more. . . ."
Thomas Riley Leming [1919-1994]
WAYFARER'S REPLY
"It takes more to depart than to stay around,
Now I am a drifter hard to be found.
I carry my trouble wherever wherever I go-
The boat is heavy and hard to row.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
For you to know that I DO grieve.
It isn't easy to have no roots,
Nor a place to put my well worn boots.
Seeking shelter from a cold rain falling
I hear no warm and tender voice calling.
I am a wayfarer and it seems to me-
This is the way it must have to be. . . . "
Cathy Leming
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