Evening comes softly, stealing colors of day—
a rainbow of hues, fading slowly to gray.
Ten thousand days, seeking fortune and fame,
and ten thousand more, all in all just the same.
The dreams of my dad; the hopes of my mom
rest squarely on me, now that they’re gone.
Life swirls around me, alive and decaying.
Who’s in charge of it all? Who’s fasting? Who’s praying?
I kneel at the altar of hope and despair.
The truth and its witness are already there.
I’ve won a choice few and damn all the rest.
Did I give it my all? Did I give it my best?
Now verdict’s been rendered; the court’s had its say.
Its verdict my shroud; its mercy my stay.
1st Place, Your Favorite Old Poem, Judy Konos