You'll Know it's Me

In tangled vines my shoe will catch

            and twist my ankle till I cry - 

            then sprawl me down upon the earth,

            where all trails end neath the sky -

            There's no adjusting fates of man

            though academics strike a pose

            no philosophic ever can 

            think beyond the great suppose, 

            Where all trails end beneath the sky

            I’ll leave a marker standing tall 

            accepting I’ll not question why

            just bid farewell to one and all 

            Etched in stone you’ll know it’s me

            with epitaph there greeted 

            commas sprinkled liberally

            always more than needed.

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