Monday, June 11, 2012


   The struggle to go on in such a way
   Through the indignities of failing age
   Grew ever harder with each onerous day,
   While life itself seemed like a narrowing cage.

   At times he wished his spirit would just fly
   Away while he was sleeping in his bed,
   Dead to the world, to that Great By-and-By
   He’d heard of, yet feared another fate instead,

   One worse: he feared the thought of nothingness,
   That when he went, he’d vanish totally,
   His consciousness engulfed in an abyss—
   A sailor swallowed by the roiling sea.

        Yet he, imbued with grace on his last day,
        Allowed himself to simply slip away.