My Ink
By George Samuel
Countless my ink may fall
Like droplet upon whited wall
Bring my thoughts from my soul
And stain the ages scroll
Oh the earth what I forebear
My songs and snow the painted scroll of fear
They echo prouder when I have passed
If my ink doth rot like trophy brass
That my comrade pray me fare you well
Not well not worse but all will be well
For my ink and I
To give me an immortal sign
And pray thee friends
Keep me in mind
For what my ink proclaim is mine
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