The Classic Roundabout

The Classic Roundabout

A Poem by Richard Mueller
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Life -- I've barely cast a dent in aging, but suppose I were much older.

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And into my deathbed, carve me roses of white 
Dress me in the dark of the night, but bathe me in the sun's light 
Tell them of how I stood so proud as my shore was ripped up 
The tides of life turned and I was frail, weak, not ready for the 
roundabout. 
 

© 2016 Richard Mueller


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Added on October 19, 2016
Last Updated on October 19, 2016
Tags: Age, Old, Frail, Weak, Roundabout, Tides, Deathbed

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Richard Mueller
Richard Mueller

River Grove, IL



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