Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Paradise Found

You have a choice, Abner.
You can drop your anchor 
in the foaming sea
and stand on deck

until you die 
and then fall overboard 
for eternity. 
But that's not me. 

I'll swing my anchor
above my head
like a madman's lariat
and let it fly 

above the clouds 
and beyond the sun. 
It will land, I swear,
in paradise

and take me with it. 
Paradise is the only place 
for curs like you and me. 
So pull your anchor up

and swing it round
and let it go.
If you believe, you'll soar 
along with me.

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