eulogy

and so the sun rises

bringing warmth over the land I was given

on this land where I now lay

looking over the ocean

pouring into the bay

 

this land I did not appreciate 

I broke it in

I toiled during those days

under the sun and during the rain

I laboured through the seasons

as a man made to work

only resting and smoking when the sun dropped west

 

this land became a place for my demons

and anger grew like a weed

I cursed the soil

and never worked another day

I broke in this land

as a broken man

with sorrow I look back at it all

and all the pain caused

 

the new day has just begun

with my ashes scattered on this land

under the golden sun

I’ll see you again some day

I haven’t seen my family in many years

held their hands or shared my fears

too long since I’ve laughed with my father

or placed a kiss on the cheek of my mother

this road is one to walk alone

leave my children to grow at home

my daughter, I’ll miss her wedding day

the joy of giving her away

every time they think of me

they’ll speak about the man I would have been

smile at secrets I would have known

cry when they feel alone

I wish the journey did not end this way

and trust I’ll see them again some day

canvas shoes

I’ve lost my old pair of shoes

with gum stuck on the sole from the street

in monte carlo

where those without wealth snap photos of those with

expensive cars and luxury yachts tied to buoys

and dust from san sebastian

walking from one tapa bar to another

dim light cover street nights

as waves from the bay rolled in

with tears on the side from the bike i used to ride

over the canals in amsterdam

i danced in those old shoes to banging drums

in kreuzberg berlin

i raced up the spanish steps and looked down

at the sea of umbrellas and listened to the sound of rain

bounce off the rooftops, steps and street performers

those shoe laces broken and frayed at the ends

walking up the steps of the sacre coeur

red wine stain on the canvas

sharing bottles overlooking the latin quarter and eiffel tower

those old canvas shoes