When Life has lost its satisfying charms,
I go about my life as in a trance,
And wait for Death to hold me his arms.
And lead me in my last romantic dance.
Each hour brings a another kind of pain,
And yet another reason to be dead,
The fear of the unknown becomes a strain,
But once I’m gone, I’ll leave behind the dread.
Many poets write verses on this theme,
For me it’s just another pastime scheme.
JDL -- 17 March 2025
