Where will I be,
when
it all plays out?
When
it all plays out & the families gather 'round the Christmas dinner
table,
When
those costumed darlings knock on the door, singing their precious "trick
or treats";
Where
will I be?
Where
will I be,
when
it all plays out?
When
the Easter Egg hunts are the most intriguing adventures and the 1'st fishes are
being pulled from crystal clear, still as glass ponds;
Where
will I be?
Who
would know, are there really answers? The question plaques us all, humanity
perpetually quakes with fear. In fear, of the moment;
when
the answer finally, quietly, & inevitably comes.
Where
will I be,
when
it all plays out?
Carving
the bird, handing out treats,
I'll
be building the jelly bean trails,
I'll
be baiting hooks, shedding a tear at commencement.
When
it all plays out,
That's
where I'll be.
S.
(taken from notes, revised & published 5/6/13)
(taken from notes, revised & published 5/6/13)
