By: centraljersey.com
Like day and night I, too, shall end;
Meanwhile, each day is mine to spend.
Each day, impatience flares anew –
Touch me before I go
Down to the bones below –
There’s much to do.
The slow centuries drag along;
They exit to a shout, or to a song.
Each morning swallows up the afternoon.
I feel the need to stay,
But cannot slow my pace –
Nor can the moon.
I count the days like beads upon a string
And smiling, tell them over – lingering
On some – there were a few
Whose memory recalls a grief
Or joy that will not die –
Ripe for review.
Between the alpha and omega of my years
Almost a century has passed – no fears
Attend this changing of the guard.
There’ll be no cheering, no apocalypse –
I’m not afraid – nor should you be.
Give me your hand to hold –
It won’t be hard.
– Virginia Chapman Lockwood

