When I Walked By

Alas when final words are spoken
And when all respects are paid
When my bond with life has broken
And away my body has been laid

When all the years that I collected
Reflect the times when I walked by
A lifetime lived and now rejected
My spirit free at last to fly

When I enter the new kingdom
And my savior welcomes me
Can I say with true conviction
I was the best that I could be

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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6 Responses to When I Walked By

  1. a transcendent piece – a question that ever haunts us of a certain age

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Edwin Best says:

    Calm, peaceful, resonant work, oldmainer. i tip my hat to you, sir.


  3. laurie27wsmith says:

    I’m not hanging out for the answer either Bob. I’m quite happy to wait another 30 years. 🙂
    Nice piece btw.


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