William Joseph Giambra

By Joey Giambra

I will not cry; I will but speak.

I will but tell of what I seek.

A friend I need, he will not come.

To your demand, I will succumb.

The time grows near to what I ask.

It seems to be a burdensome task.

Yet in my mind, I know it well,

Far down below, it casts its spell.

Why must it be?

I ask the sea.

As waves come crashing over me.

My life will end,

I won’t pretend.

I need the word of thee to send.

Should I live and stay alive;

Perhaps it’s best to just survive;

And then somehow I’m sure I can …

Solve the puzzle of finding, The Honest Man