Better Men Than I

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Better men than I now stand

with backs to gauzy veil

then step to mount

the feathered bridge

that arches o'er the dale

their feet once anchored by this clay

swift climb to lambent clouds

with shoulders wrapped in mystery

bright stars upon their brows

they shed the dust of mortal life

it drifts behind like snow

til joyously they stand at last

'fore gates thrown open wide

by hands of those who went before

to welcome them inside  


Humberto Abreu - 2018

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