Fate
FATE
At three and eighty years I know
that I will live another day
but memories have lessened now
my thoughts and dreams have gone astray
my gaiety and ambiance
have faded to an austere scene
to look upon my quaint abode
there are no longer thoughts to glean
to be monastic is my life
a priest like future is the theme
I will not deign to offer prayers
I lost my dreams and lost my wife
as death is near I will resign
to be interred eternally
again I’ll see my dearest one
again our love will realign
Ralph Sergi©
May 6, 2020
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2020
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