Across Audubon Park
Now I’ve become old
Time has passed and taken hold
Down to the plain nitty gritty
From now on things won’t be so pretty
At least that’s what I’m told
Now I’m taken ill
The future promises a different thrill
Taken to bed feeling low
No one speaks about how this’ll go
Where did I file that Living Will?
Now the days have grown dark
What once was passion is the barest spark
Take my things I need them no more
I’ve deeper mysteries ahead to explore
Sprinkle the remains across Audubon Park
Now I lay me down to slee….
Posted on June 15, 2016, in Poem and tagged aging, anticipatory grief, Ashes, Audubon Park, cremation, explore, ill, living until the end, Living Will, mystery, old age, sprinkle, the future, thrill, Time, truth. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.