As neer time nor tide wait for no man, a man I shall be, and shall be subject to the times as they whim. Oh but for one last tug from thy elder hands, to see the glint, and grin of your mischief, to laugh long and deep, to ever know thy love, to ever hear your voice. But in this alas time is our foe upon the earth and so you must depart. Away then sweet man and enter into thy joy of peace everlasting and long not for me whilst you look upon the face of God, but know that I am close behind you. For time has been forsaken there and in a moment we shall join hands free forever neer to be parted again. And I, I will mourn, yes weep and wail, for here time does but drag along and slows his pace to trick and to tantlize me to forget, but nay that neer shall be, for you have set upon my heart your acceptance, and love, and face. I will neer forget you my dear lost friend.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 18:51:43 +0000
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