Sometimes Life seems intolerably taxing,

waxing insufferable and yet, eye-

branding sun has me backtracking, asking

have I the right to call an end to light?

I doubt I have. As Lord Hamlet would say:

'There's the rub.' Life is not all sweetness,

difficulties dispose one to dismay,

to stretch finger to reach key - delete mess.

Obliterate. To bring an end. Erase...

                                                                                  yet...

I 

stand

fast –

Odysseus tied to mast.

Neither siren call nor tempestuous

Charybdis will forestall forecast. Storm's last

die is cast. No longer directionless,

I hove for home. And so, I raise my glass:

to life

.............to love

............................to joy

........................................to poetry.

To you, my Love.

~

This concludes the 'Next Life' series.