Written
Somewhere is written
the day life will finish with me.
Maybe it will be where wind whistles
through cracked canyon walls.
Or where an angry sea speaks
in suffocating squalls.
It may be on a tag attached to a key
that will unlock the end of me.
The expiration date on a can of peas
might that put my mind at ease?
I ponder the answer, devoid of a clue.
The truth will come only the day I'm through.
It will be definitive, clear, and true.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2021
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