Jaded And Hoping

The signpost a warning

  a resting black swan

 

Its flight to perdition

  last call from beyond

 

With roses ungifted,

  their thorns bury deep

 

Last moon a reminder

  a reckoning steep

 

The doctor’s watch broken

  your time shorter still

 

His prognosis a token

  beyond suture or pill

 

He asks if you’re ready,

  you say that you’re not

 

You ask if it matters…

  the main lesson untaught

 

And into the night

  you try once again

 

To find deeper meaning

  to reach beyond blame

 

But those last final minutes

  only serve to remind

 

What the jaded and hoping

   —are never to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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