kioThe writer somehow sensed
His time was soon to end
And he would proceed
Without family or friend.
Days were celebrated
Writing of a life full of pain
Hardships missteps
And wanting to do it all again.
There was good and bad
Sudden stops, rapid starts
Loves he had and lost
A trail of broken dreams and broken hearts.
But it mattered no more
It as another time and place
Life wasted, misspent
Too old to believe in heaven
Too tired to repent.
A rum-soaked cigar
Wafting in the midnight air
A near empty brandy glass
And an losing effort to care.
Whether you leave
Walking, or running away
You will be pursued
Either tomorrow or today.
Death will always win
In the end you will be caught
But in every defeat victory is there
And maybe the peace you sought.
(c)2013 T.LaFountain