The Spotty Pathway


Should the days end tomorrow

for the eyes that look ahead

Where should be no greater sorrow

when they see demise instead


I look and I see little future

but that is as it has to be

I speak of my solitary ending

the culmination of all that is me


It’s the end to my existence

I don’t look for future glory

Some way out of the inevitable

or have hopes in an endless story


But sadness is my constant companion

because of what was not done

Not for self-glory or esteem

surely not for the solitary one


Instead I see it as failure

events that predict no conclusion

When there is forever a choice

and direction is lost in confusion


It’s just the things I would like to finish

some started and some never began

Even if it was a fruitless endeavor

no winner but an also-ran


But years take on their toll

things change and chance is nil

Life will end for everyone

even for those with an iron will


Although bitter sounding is true

it is not my intention to be

Life is there for traveling

for life is there but to see


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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