Morris Heirloom Name

Morris Heirloom Name

And so, you see, I took the Road to Love!

I took the Path to Melody. I stored

Within myself the necessary Trove

Of poems. What more could I have kept aboard?

Now, thrown out on the Open sea, my home

no less, an Apogee, Strait of Tumult,

repose, Triumph, and failure. My wholesome

whole of being all that I am, a Boat

a Boat I sang to land on the surface

of the Hudson River, there, next to a ({{{}}}) hill,

a fulcrum of a 30 somethingness

along with my two imps, we treaded well,

in peace and at times, in war for a name

that was handed to us in a poem.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.