a poem by Tony Gill

Goodbye to the room that used to hold me
Goodbye to time and the clock that ticks
I can never predict what I’ll never see
I can only see what I can always predict

Stain the walls with the blood of a child
His world would be drowned in taste and tart
For the old that was new, so sweet and mild
Has spoiled the land and the sea in my heart

Goodbye to my dreams that hung from the bow
Of my ship that sails in a sea that fairs
The idea that my mind can grasp then and now
To the shears of my sorrow, that tore my sails