River of Life

   A soliloquy  on life consumed

How harsh come life towards it’s end,
Where did the course of it’s river bend?
Life moves with slow unnumbered days,
And yet they’re gone and lost in many ways.
Was it enough, did I mark the way,
That will be remembered on this dying day.

I’ve loved and been loved and so did spend,
Happiness and content  right to the end.

And now I sit, silent, morose, that there’s
No forward way to go as I sit and stare.
All choice has gone, enveloped in this pain,
As it on my body doth gain and gain.

A seed doth grow and bring to bloom,
A flower to delight the eye and scent the room.
And yet doth die and fade away, as I do on this day,
As that seed of death doth envelop sinew and bone,
Which takes away that spirit that was their tone.

The scent of death hangs silently in the air,
As if waiting to release me from my despair.
Is it friend or foe, only those on the brink do know
It’s grace, offering release from this woe.
What is the last thought in a befuddled brain,
Where drugs have kept the beast in contain.

Many this way have gone before and I follow,
A sad trickle of life draining away, oh so slow.

My anger’s drained, the fight has gone,
The threads of life unravelling one by one.
As this cursed disease my body consumes,
I smile and at this strange turn of fortunes.
For when I die it will have run its course,
And so will join me in that earth,
Not a sweet revenge for me,
But does give way to silent mirth.

This was engendered by death of a dear friend