I will not dwell on might-have beens,
nor doubt the world’s slow turn;
but fill my world with verdant greens,
with love’s unending yearn
to learn
of things beyond my reach,
just out of sight and mind;
what dreams and shadows have to teach,
what fools and dreamers find.
I will not drown in endless tears,
nor mourn the days now past;
but instead relish those sweet years
as bricks and mortar cast
to last
what’s left of my short time,
an edifice to stand
in memory of me and mine,
the work of my own hand.
I will not fear death, when it comes,
as it does for all things:
when my life’s constant, beating drum,
desists its pulsing ring
and sings
instead in silent song
of energy released
to other use, that moves along
and finds, in new life, peace.
18 NOV 2010
