POEM 234: RETIRED ON EARTH
My sun is set
And the horizon westward glows gold
The storm is over
And the sea of life sings melancholy
Amidst groaning gunshots,
A goodbye general, song

I'm done living mortally
I've fought many a days bravely
I have fallen and risen
I've had my share of pain and I a couple times gained
Now my soul seeks for heaven's gate.

I almost hear angels sing
My spirit fly away in unseen wings
Into the abode of Jehovah king
Oh angels come
Come fast like slow
and bear me on your wings
To my immortal home

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