Among the Departed

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 -