Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Paradise Found

You have a choice, Abner.

You can drop your anchor 

in the foaming sea

and stand on deck

until you die 

and then fall overboard 

for eternity. 

But that's not me. 

I'll swing my anchor

above my head

like a madman's lariat

and let it fly 

above the clouds 

and beyond the sun. 

It will land, I swear,

in paradise

and take me with it. 

Paradise is the only place 

for curs like you and me. 

So pull your anchor up

and swing it round

and let it go.

If you believe, you'll soar 

along with me.