Gateway
Form: Hir a Thoddaid
When the time comes as it surely will
I want no fussing or fancy frill
As on new ventures I seek my thrill
I won’t be resting or lying still
For death is just a gateway to pass through
To the way ahead another hill
©JezzieG2023
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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