Thats it...

I've quit writing poetry, though not for good, but for the time being, yes.

I guess life demands a lot more than occassional musings.


Here I go, my friend
But I'll be back, I swear I will
The world beckons my services
And I must leave you in my stead.

But fear not, my friend
For I shall soon get back to thee
And then we shall muse upon
The cattle, the men and the broken tree.


Nay, I can't say goodbye, O friend
For I shall never mean my words
But do not wait for me, I pray of you
For my heart still belongs to you.

[Curtains]