the Final Tea Time (Green Jacket and Tie required)A Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe Final Tea Time
(Green Jacket and Tie required) swish,
swoosh, swash like an iron making
contact with that little white
orb in the tall grass of
life the rough, greens are smooth and
even like temperament needs
be when clouds threaten to postpone our journey cause us to take a drop somewhere in the fairway
of wisdom we think the right
choice of club but decisions are often
tenuous our shot at life, may find our dreams falling into the cup of
hope friends and family give
us that light applause swish, swoosh, swash did you hear me
coming down the 18th hole of
redemption i think i see the eagle
flying a little birdie told me
so just before i signed the
scorecard that kept track of my
existence. erin-cilberto 8/25/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on August 26, 2019Last Updated on August 26, 2019 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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