Come to Pass

What Joy I see

It was a moment of ecstasy.

Now that moment has come to pass

Lay by side with your Bonnie lass.

It is where we all came from,

Came and gone at last,

So now we rest

After the same song and Dance.

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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