The Last JourneyA Poem by JasperA first stab at a Pantoum as suggested by "you know who you are"....
Across great divides travel weary men, And women with babes in arms, Dusty and worn from trials of life, Diseased and bloody and torn. And women with babes in arms, The caring face of humanity, Diseased and bloody and torn, Stripped of worldly possessions. The caring face of humanity, Squinting, eyes shielded from harsh light, Stripped. Of worldly possessions They care not. Squinting eyes shielded from harsh light, By weather beaten hands, They care not , For no pain or discomfort concerns them. By weather beaten hands, Helped aboard, all are safe now, For no pain or discomfort concerns them, Now they can rest. Helped aboard all are safe now, A last journey, Now they can rest, Soon to become young again. A last journey, Dusty and worn from trials of life, Soon to become young again, Across great divides travel weary men. © 2008 JasperReviews
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