The last dance

Life is nothing,

nothing but a tragic sequence of events,

a road we have to walk alone

with nothing on both ends.

Often I dread my life will end,

here and now, ridiculed and quickly forgotten,

without any of the respect or understanding

I wanted, craved… needed, but never begotten.

I’ve sweated, AM sweating

all over my body, from every pore,

my hands are nicked, my wrist is sore,

but in a month, I’ll say: “To here and no more!”

God help me.

MdG 4-8-1999