My death waits in the trailer park
in the debates about life's meaning in the dark
in the fear of old age not paying the gas meter
in the lusts fading into memory of things sweeter
my death lies in relinquishing all life
my children now grown, my recollect wife
and the songs we sang within the cups of youth
my death lies in his final truth
and yet not my death for some part continues
though I am gone to dust and drear previews
of eternity light and still to come
bright shining star that beckons home...
I am here on the cusp of death coming close by day
and yet truth on the handle would bid me say
what is really here too big I fear in its import?
None. Death have I known too often when life cut me short..
and so no apprehension on the final bound
death constant with me,this have I found.
