So, In These Words
So, in these words, I process death,
And contemplate how life might best
Be lived out here and now with all
This now-repeated life-time pall.It's tough for me – perhaps not you –
To face the fact my days are few –
I thought I'd to forever live –
Not really, but low thought I'd give –To shorter time, or less resource –
I thought I'd carry on my course
Through life without an early stop
To all the things in which I've bought.But now as life shows signs of end,
Down from those heights I condescend,
And join with frail humanity
To start, indeed, to truly see.navigation