time is the trolley we all ride
love is the stranger you sit beside
Death, the conductor, lets you out
at the corner of Destiny and Doubt


The Trapdoor

life is a tale told not
by us

but about us  

Senior Musing

always expecting

always expecting death

well, it's just death

it's just DEATH

I'd like  to get it 

over with


so I'll never have 

to worry about it


Permission to Laugh: A Funeral Poem

am I seriously dying?

is dying serious?

is it deleterious?

a personal or civil case

running out of time and space?

or is it more mysterious?

the curtain finally descends

house lights come up and thoughful friends

file slowly up the theatre aisles

hopefully with puns and smiles

and outward to the mist of days

in merry-making wend their ways

Better to drink unto delirium

than wonder about death's mysterium