Epilogue

When my epilogue is written

May the words come trippingly

From silver tongue and ruby throat

To drench the roses with their honey.

 

Gather all my fateful friends,

My poor relations, seldom seen,

Telling tales from memory,

Both bittersweet and funny.

 

I’ll not be around to hear the

Sweet melodic undertones, the

Ticking, clicking metronomes

That chant my eulogy.

 

Rather I’ll be on my way to

Better days and better ways,

To claim my spot at Heaven’s gate

Where spirits all run free.

 

And I’ll see you again someday

Far beyond that final hill

Where we will spend our fond forever

In a land where time stands still.