‘Pilgrim Piper’ – By Seth Finnegan

The pilgrim piper oft alone

Bailing out of the world, renews

His solace, silent as a stone

Lets all things pass, the current news

Stuffs rich tobacco in the briar

Takes time by turns to slowly burn

Sees purpose through the smoke and fire

And sets his eye some prize to earn

And should you ask him why he sips

A pipe that savours of rare spice

He’ll say as if from ancient lips

There’s more to life than dying twice

And should you ask a secret there

He’ll wink you with a wetted eye

Then sigh that secret he must share

Whilst gazing up toward the sky

By Seth Finnegan