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My Last Will and Testament
 


Being of sound mind
and rational thought,
I bequeath
willfully and voluntarily,

To the stars my dreams
To the winds my wishes and whims
My foibles and follies
to the meandering streams,
To the clouds go my tears
My heartaches and pains
to the mountains to bear
And my ashes strewn over
the plains, dales and valleys.

Stuff my poems in a chest
and toss it overboard into
the bosom of the sea…

Perchance it’ll wash ashore some day!


By Abdul_Malik

© 2019 Abdul_Malik (All rights reserved)

 

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