Poetry by Richard C. Hayner

Westmaster Journey

   My Westmaster Mistress, all covered with snow,
   Where did you go? I really must know.
   My Westmistress Master, all covered with tears,
   They've numbered my years; I'm free from my fears.

   Everyday I would see you
   When I came around.
   Now I've come back and found
   That you're under ground.

   Now I see no more meaning
   In my life.
   I see no direction
   That I'm going.
   I'm just going,
   Until my light goes,
   I'm going on.

   Richard C. Hayner
   1971 ©

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