At Goodwill

Come a day this poet shall

visit heaven or hell

but to those who visit

here on earth

you’ll read chiseled

here, a poet rests.

Don’t look back

thinking of good times

instead look ahead

to souls reuniting

rhyming.

Come a day this poet

shall cease to write

but you can find me

on a shelf

at Goodwill

half price.

Here, a poet rests

at Goodwill.