Of Living ~ to the very end ~

 

I held I might

Live longer,

He whispered

To himself

When thoughts

In shades of dark

Did speak,

That he might hark

‘Twould sanction

But a peek,

At life between

The lines,

Should he so incline

He’d live beyond

What would allow

His furtive mind,

Thus fail recall

He’d found,

The idea of  forever

Be limited in time,

And so too soon

On any given day,

That of living

Would find its way,

Obdurately

To the very end

Of his forever time!

                                                        ode to my friend,

                                                                 Artist Claude Théberge