For a long time
Death
refused to look at me.
Though,
Goddess knows, I flirted
mercilessly.
Or,
perhaps,
the
big D
simply
couldn’t see
just
to what I was up.
In
those days, of course,
I
wore the magic hat
of
youth
and
drank from a golden cup.
I
had yet to learn the lesson
that
immortality is relative.
Now
the clock is ticking faster
and
I’ve forgotten
just
what I was after
when
this whole thing started.
And
that, I’m sure,
is
exactly
as
it ought to be.
For
once I’m gone
and
among the departed
it
will all come back to me.
- R. Cody -