All those years

Abiding

Living dead,

Comes to light

As we get closer

To a darkness

That’s ahead,

And get the feel

That finally

Though be late,

You discover

You’ve been living

Something great…

Tho you find get

Shades of regret,

Or such feelings

On life’s meaning,

Be wile riddles

That but puzzle,

The unknown

Wants mislead,

Best stop dead

And instead

Hold contemplate,

On living life ahead!