The Ragged Edge of Life

The ragged edge of life haunts the future. I have seen it – watched it witnessed its wickedness cringed at its callousness its unforgiving finale’. The rasp of its voice chortling in collusion with languid lungs accepting defeat but not yet beaten. Heaving at great expense to haul ashore one more day one more sunrise greeting one more sunset farewell. Gentle breezes torture its weary form strain its weakened sinews splinter its gnarled branches hum a farewell. Would that it were a long walk down an empty trail leaving no signs of our passing. But if we lived we left footprints. How easy will yours be to follow. John G. Lawless 3/19/2022