Waiting for an Ending

The poem I read this morning is a

long one, many pages I see in front

of me. I not only lack the patience

to digest a lengthy piece such as

this, I am situated in the midst of

old age and a profound case of

attention deficit which so often

plagues me these days. I would

apologize to the poet who wrote

these lines which seem to growl

at and repel me, but alas, I am still

alive and he has passed. I flip one

page and then another looking for

a satisfactory resolution to my

suffering. I am, however, curious to

see if life for this poet and his poetry

conclude with a fiery flash of
phraseology or if he slips into a
peaceful end with a soft solemn

refrain and a measure of dignity.

Now you, dear reader, are of course

free of mind and will to apply the

same tactic to me and any of my

literary offerings. But as for the

grand finale of my situation, both

of us shall just have to patiently

wait and see.

Chris Hanch 9-3-18