MY QUIETUS

Having long ago gone past

The equinox, of my being

Now, it’s only atrophy

In myself I’m seeing

 

Yet, I grudgingly march on

To the solstice in my life

A meeting with that grim

And hooded thing, with scythe

 

But, this journey to my destiny

At the end of perdition’s road

Is made, not with heavy heart

But with joy, from easing of the load

BOEMS BY JA 286