The Poet’s Epitaph
Her words, she strewed along the sand
while breakers washed ashore.
The ripples wove designs unplanned...
a verse forevermore
Her tales, entwined in cryptic airs
where freedom's seeds are blown,
warn Guarders of the Realm ‘beware’...
her heresy is sown
Her life outlined a chronicle
along a lonesome road.
It started out as doggerel...
and ended as an ode.
Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".