My days are passing by faster,
winter almost gone in a flash,
days, weeks, months, years
all racing by.
I think Time’s acceleration is
determined to quicken my one
way ticket to the grave.
What Time doesn’t know is I’m
good with this acceleration and
looking forward to what mysteries
Death holds.
I’ve experienced enough of this life
the ups and downs of it, and I’m
free of any ties binding me to this
world.
And I firmly believe a better world
than this unpredictable one replete
with too much evil and suffering
awaits me in the afterlife.
But if I’m mistaken, and my one
way ticket is only to the grave
I’m perfectly fine with that too.
Bob Boyd