“No man is an island” my father would say
And I would think, “I am! And happy to be so”
And more, “How can you not see we all are?”

There have been other islands that happened close
And times when I’ve lowered the drawbridge
And welcomed strangers ashore, at least to the beach

I’ve had great times on my beach; food, wine and song
And good company with guitars around the fire
And warm women to hold in the cool night

But they don’t know my island

Written by and copyright Heinz Funfsieben 2019

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