Petals Falling

I took health for granted,

my youth like a rose

 

To bloom in the present,

till thorns would depose

 

Attacking my body,

invading my mind

 

The sleep I’d grown used to,

much harder to find

 

Not a cold or a fever

for so many a year

 

No matter the weather,

with nothing to fear

 

But time is recalling

its card worn and thin

 

Infirmity threatens

—death budding within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)

 

The Final Act

Is consciousness different than having a soul,

reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled

 

Does the magic within us begin and then end,

finite conscription—one lifetime to spend

 

And if unrelated, then what lies between

what we feel and we ponder—perchance then to dream

 

Till that final unveiling where death at last shows

the truth of the matter—that nobody knows

 

(Villanova University: October, 2020)