Poem - Moving

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go, row, bow, low, so. These are the five keywords in last weekend’s @Jessicalynnt challenge which I wrote back to back with this weekend’s challenge which I’ll post up soon. Moving I took it as read that I’d be here forever But now I know I have to go I feel so downhearted and low Part of me can’t accept, screaming No! No! No! I’ll never leave, ever, ever ever. I can’t out-row Charon’s Ferry, or dodge the Reaper My despair takes me down deep and then even deeper still I take to land but the going starts getting steeper and steeper still, The steepest ever hill. The sharp scythe, hangman’s bow, the real light at the tunnel’s end So tempting, so appealing, so need to meet this rapidly approaching friend The Darkness and void, guiding me to my new home No more to yearn, learn, travel or roam, Time instead to lie back and close my eyes In a rest that truly lasts forever A sleep I’ll never wake from, ever, ever, ever. Arthur Chappell