At The Far End Of Life

At the far end of life
where worries are few,
where mid-summer suns,
leisurely, drink of the dew.

Where creeping phlox creep
at the pace of no time,
I yearn for that place
In the back of my mind.

At the far end of life
where time stands still,
where descent comes with ease
after climbing the hill.

Where memories stroll
with syrupy thoughts
past times thick with struggle,
the heart overwrought.

At the far end of life
when turmoil has passed,
I just want to grow old,
arrive at contentment at last.


Shorter version was Published in the Lyric, Voluem 85, Number 4
© 2005