Claire V. Bogdanos

I’ll speak of death reluctantly as my old friend

Who seems to grasp farewell and hold on to the end

This silent one whom I have grown accustomed to

Is now my close companion ’til my life is through.

We have spent  so much time in near proximity

I oft forget he’s there and is my enemy

I cannot quite recall the instant that we met

A sad time and dark place I’d hoped I could forget.

To realize that life can be so full of woe

Be quick to learn there is ought other space to go

The time has dwindled down to greet the end of days

When each of us must choose the path that goes or stays.