The voyage must end.
This is iron.
The when is shrouded in mist.
The moment is not of our knowing.
The how can be ours to face.
I wish my journey to cease at sea.
I will float lightly across the sand,
intwine myself in waves embrace,
then drift away without a trace.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 