I wonder what it is like to be at the edge of life

I wonder what it is like to be at the edge of life
looking over and counting years
maybe ten
probably fewer
how would one fill her mind
or days
when the work is done and only the twilight of a life
to rest and wait as the sun sets

I imagine the back porch of old age would be okay
so long as there were friends to sit and watch with
to pull our chairs in a circle together
and flirt and laugh in the loveliness of the moment
  a final springtime
like college when assignments were completed
and Graduation approaching
and the way we didn't talk about it

Comments

Brandee Shafer said…
I love this, especially the analogy at the end.
Maggie May said…
i relished reading this, and then read it again. thank you.

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