I don’t know
if I’m ready to go
to the places
where all folks go
sooner or later.


Maybe above
and maybe below –
maybe something greater
in the afterglow.


“Sooner” most likely
was not MY intended destination —
if I ever had an intended one
which some folks think we do
designed from the very beginning
by the Great Designer.
I think it’s a matter of luck
which is sometimes bad
and sometimes good
and sometimes good
and sometimes bad –
at least that’s what I’ve had.


Achieving many years
with its attendant hopes and fears
is not necessarily the best of fates
that waits to claim some folks, lingering.


If I’m not lingering yet
I fear I will be soon.

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