I'll put my shoes on back to front if I would shed a tear,
Turn my coat around me, place cap to face the rear,
Then if my trail would seem to you now stepping to the fore,
Be not deceived, the trail would go where fools have gone before.
Better still to pen this poem and seal it in an urn,
Then take it to the graveyard where others go to yearn,
I’ll place it somewhere secret, and known to only me,
Inside the urn my memories that no one else can see,
Yesterday was somewhere else, a place where I’ll not go,
Another man, another time where thoughts like rivers flow,
This night my bed will be my womb and I will rise anew,
With coat and cap and shoes to front I’ll walk ahead with you.
Michael (Walsh) June 2013