MY MUSE… a poem

Kevin Parish

brown wooden footbridge surrounded by pink petaled flowers with creek underneath during daytime

A lifetime of memories

And even some regrets

I took it to the limit

But, I wasn’t quite done yet

You see I’ve got this little itch

That keeps me moving on

To find the next adventure

Yeah, in this life and beyond

A lofty goal

That’s fair to say

But how can I refuse

There’s something just so comforting

When talking to my muse

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