Token
Take me as your sign
of parting, of remembrance,
take me along with you
to your new land of promise,
A token of your ages ago,
of long evenings in twilight.
Do not just toss me
aside, a photograph, a locket
that has faded, that has gathered
rust, do not store me in your
wooden basement boxes,
Let my voice pulse again
as it did for so many years.
I am no doom and gloom
prophet standing at the roadside,
I am a kindly beggar
with selfless intent, scribbling
words for my work.
Doom & Gloom
I am not the one who brings
down the sun and moon,
I only describe them daily.
Poet Bio
Alan Inman is trying out poetry, having been in business for many years.
