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They walked with me most of my life watered my soul to grow loves seed Bore my pains within their own breasts through the times of my deepest need ..

Where your heart becomes a cannon spit iron on the whale Follow him through perdition's flame then live to tell the tale

It matters not to me the end nor to what ailment I succumb Just shine a star to guide my life help those in need to not grow numb

Our minds are what capture and keep good and painful thoughts that abound Should we choose to tolerate them bad times will be our only sound

Therein lies the conundrum which we know our hearts to command Now it will be for us to see how well the ship of life be manned

How wondrous the child like mind who dreamed of immortality He'd leave his mark upon this world that never knew morality

I laid out the coin we minted within my hearts own treasury To toss about the thoughts we had of our own benedictory

It would seem my friend has faced the last sunset as he did life, with dignity. This is for our friend and fellow poet Ivor, Poeticpiers

Wine is better for us than bran it takes the bitter from the scorn With each drink grows a bigger man each bottle downed and one is born

Emotion so bare and open fearing no more of the night Said come back again and again stay with me till morning light