My Last Poem
I wonder will I know when I’ve written my last poem
Will I write that last line and punctuate it with a sigh
Or suddenly go without a line until I arrive at home?
Perhaps I’ll not write a last poem, at all, but simply fly
The body of my work standing unattended by sympathy
Will I write that last line and punctuate it with a sigh?
To leave without saying farewell seems lacking courtesy
Still I am convinced that my work tells my best stories
The body of my work standing unattended by sympathy.
Of all things, leaving this world is slightest of my worries
I shall merely say, I hope the same can be said for you
Still, I am convinced that my work tells my best stories.
After all, leaving this world is opportunity to begin anew
I wonder will I know when I’ve written my last poem?
I shall merely say, I hope the same can be said of you,
Or suddenly go without a line, until I arrive at home.
written May 24, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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