Exeunt

Jamie came and Jamie went.
Jamie was to heaven sent.
Jamie took the hero’s way,
As Rory ducking stayed away.

Rory never felt the rush,
The edge of fear or scary brush.
In life our Jamie quickly flew,
With wings that Rory never knew

What road to go?
No one can tell.
Best go the rush?
Well what the hell.

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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