The Year Turns

The Year Turns

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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On aging

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The Year Turns

and I am suddenly closer
To mortality.
His face quietly coming
Under mine.
When is that date you
Old bugaboo?
Can you see mine?

As you can see I'm
Not likely waiting,
I know it's inevitable
All waiting their turn
But the fear associated
With the end's near
Shall be least likely
To join me along.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


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My worst fear was a night on the bunker line where lightening triggered our gas canister and the wind was blowing in my direction. I literally froze, came to my senses & woke the guys, yelling GAS.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I wouldn't tempt the old bugaboo if I were you. :)
Good one Al. Have no fear.

Posted 10 Years Ago


this reminds me of Emily's "because i could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me"
although opposite because this reaper is not waiting...not so much a gentleman...looking out more for himself.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on January 1, 2015
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Tags: Mortality, fear, bugaboo, closer

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..

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