The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.

My friend the poet

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My friend, you died! You were a poet. I published a book of your poems for your family, remember?  You were a wonderful romantic, forever young person.

Joan, I hope your family won’t mind if I archive some of your poems here on my blog. And keep in touch!

Joan May Wills’ Poetry

You could write a cracker! This one brings tears. Thank you Joan.


The voice said

“Take my hand

And I will lead you

Through the dark

And lonely path.”

“But I am weak”

Said I

“And many doubts assail me

The way is long

And darkness is around me.”

“I am the light

Beyond the tunnel”

The voice replied

“Come put your

Trust in me.”

So step, by step

He took me forward

Through the long

And lonely path

That only I could see.

“Who are you?”

I asked at journeys end

“My friend I cannot see”

“Why! I am love” was the reply

“And you can trust in me.”


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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