POEM: What Country for Old Men? [Ottava Rima]

Posted on July 20, 2020 by B Gourley

There’s more than one undiscovered country.
Hamlet’s is no place for old men to aim.
I urge a fight for foreign shores, bluntly.
Don’t let false gods go staking early claims.
They’ll have one sitting on the couch, glumly —
the fast-path shortcut to the pyre’s fierce flames.
If you can feel the breath expand your chest,
then pick up your pack, and start stepping West.

4 thoughts on “POEM: What Country for Old Men? [Ottava Rima]”

Loveforlore on July 20, 2020 at 6:08 pm said:

Are you a traveller sir ? Do bring tales from far-flung lands 💝

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- B Gourley on July 20, 2020 at 6:10 pm said:
  
  I was before Corona, and I plan to be once more.
  
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  - Loveforlore on July 21, 2020 at 10:32 am said:
    
    Wish all your desires come to pass.☺
    
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d.a.simpsonwriter on July 21, 2020 at 12:51 am said:

Inspiring.

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