Kiss the King
By Charles McCullagh
In the corner, so many years.
Eyes so tired, he could foresee.
The light came soon, shock of the call.
Stand together, ashes to sea.
How do you know, when it will be,
The last time to talk, to hear him sing?
It hurts so much, but unaware,
Embrace the past and kiss the King.
The images soar, the booming laugh.
Generous heart, his cross to bear.
Tempers had flared, mellowed by time.
Calls of love, willing to share.
How do you know, when it will be,
The last time to talk, to hear him sing?
It hurts so much, but unaware,
Embrace the past and kiss the King.
A modest start, receive the gifts.
Pursue the risks, achieve the ring.
Some reckless turns, but in the end,
A settled soul, so much to bring.
How do you know, when it will be,
The last time to talk, to hear him sing?
It hurts so much, but unaware,
Embrace the past and kiss the King.
Little ones come, the glow of pride.
The joy is true, stories will be.
Walk on the beach, blanket of snow,
Stand together, ashes to sea.
How do you know, when it will be,
The last time to talk, to hear him sing?
It hurts so much, but unaware,
Embrace the past and kiss the King.
