To Those I Leave Behind
Alas, I am an absent host,
But help yourselves to meat and wine
From out my cellar, share a toast –
I won’t be home, but it’s all fine.
My albums should be worth a look,
So find yourself a hidden gem.
Provide a home for all my books –
I have no further use for them.
Please stop the milk and feed the cat
And water Harriet the fern,
And split my cash and sell my flat –
I’m done with them, they’ve served their turn.
I’ve had to leave, I can’t say where –
I don’t know where. I won’t be back.
This is the one thing I can’t share,
But feel it’s time to sling my pack.
Rhyming Couplets 