To A Kindred

Blame me not for a young life less lived
By the kindred soul of yours
For I only did what I could; I left
Not for mine, but for your scores.
Appease you weary heart
And give rest to your sleepless mind.
And should not our ties be saved,
It is by prayer that I shall bind.

Hear me, Dear lad
And do take gracious heed:
It is not farewell I wish to bid
But a loving whisper of my creed.
Alas, should your morrow come
In the absence of mine,
Think not of your troubles
As you whisk the hand of Time.

Keep the faith of your soul
Even as your flesh weakens,
Let your dreams wilt not
For mem'ries shant be taken.
Trace back all your footprints
Should confusion abide;
Remember, the wise once has to be foolish
And learn to rise above the tide.


Written 19.11.2008/3.40