by Sean Portland

Created on: December 02, 2008   Last Updated: March 18, 2009

I see in your eyes, two of me
But they are not quite the same
One is a widows eulogy
The other a future of fame

I suppose it shall come to be
As the karmic scroll unfolds
All that is due unto me
In torrents, oceans or shoals

I may have decisions ahead
But for now this will do just fine
The grasses are too thick to tread
But to slumber? Or drink wine?

Last year was a great success
In that I was mostly asleep
Don't ask for the year ahead
I'll undoubtedly laugh or weep

I see in your eyes, you don't know
What happened to your dear friend
As he lies there and watches the crows
As they, kind company, lend

I'll still be alive tomorrow
If ever I was, that is
So don't you show any sorrow
Because I'll take whatever you give

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