Weeks

How many weeks will come and go

Until the fifth of December?

Eighty-nine years have passed and so

This decade is a burning ember.

For many years I’ve found a home

In this verdant, blessed world.

I did not like to roam.

I waited til my fate unfurled.

I had family and a career.

I studied and obtained degrees.

I studied mankind and held dear

Man’s strength and his fragility.

Folk shared with me their fears and hope,

And though I could not share their faith,

I held their hands. I helped them cope,

And exorcized each much-feared wraith.

I came to know about the gene.

I recognised Man’s selfishness.

There was much evil I had seen.

Some people needed to

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confess.

But something which was also there

Was love and creativity.

Nobody needed to despair.

The soul floats in a tranquil sea.

My mind is full of memories.

All images which I can see,

Accompanied by melodies,

Some, but not all of them off key.

Like many, my life has been flawed.

Perhaps I should have made choices,

Which it turned out, I had ignored,

Listening to the wrong voices.

It is too late to have regret.

I cannot change what has occurred.

I will depart this life and yet

My legacy is somewhat blurred.

I hope the good that I have done

Outweighs the negativity.

In truth, life is a total sum.

We live and what will be will be.