Reaching For Repose - GOSS KERACEY
My bones ache and sag, Worn from years of working In heavy bluegrass autumn air, Destitute of care, of love, Hollow through and through, Lost in doldrums, desperate bloom, Longing for the earth, Reaching for repose. I’m eager for leisure, Yearning for the dirt, For the ground gives fortune like no other, Silence, too, and stillness, And when it finds me, As it finds us all, I’ll be waiting, smiling, Reaching for repose.