What matters most,
do you suppose,
at living’s end
when these doors close:
the riches cached,
the virgins wooed,
the years achieved,
the sins eschewed?
Or is it all
a pointless ruse,
that defeats all –
no win or lose,
a moment’s span
that simply goes,
regardless of
the path you chose,
into the mist
where none can see:
the starting of
eternity?
10 DEC 2012
