Till Death Collects His Due -- MUTINGTON'S MEADOW

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Date Posted: 14:58:24 03/21/12 Wed
Author: Gunslinger
Author Host/IP: 0.sub-166-249-200.myvzw.com / 166.249.200.0
Subject: Till Death Collects His Due

The mossy Northwest forests-
The sun-baked Southwest plain�
The tropic island beaches,
I�d see them all again.

The humid, sweltering jungle,
The snow-capped mountain peaks�
Reward the wandering dreamer-
Provide the balm he seeks.

To question, delve, examine-
The thoughts and dreams of yore�
With every bit of knowledge,
I find I long for more.

A dreamer? Aye, a minstrel?
Perhaps I am that, too�
With what I�ve lived, and all I�ve read-
I scarce know what is �true�.

But is that not the magic-
Of the written page?
To grant forgotten vistas-
To men of every age?

So I will read; then dream; then write-
And knowledge I�ll pursue�
Until I�m withered, hair gone white,
And Death collects his due.

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