As The End of History Demands

 

When we get our wish to feel like nothing,

since we can't have love lost back again,

we can’t choose Covid, pneumonia, torn ligament,

or depression to gobble us up.

 

we appreciate it more with springtime outdoors,

a bald eagle mother feeding three hatchlings

being mellow naturally on forest bike paths

time won't easily pass without flexing back

 

remember what we achieved in our lives

and how many counted on us to survive,

so, when the sky is cloudy and evening leads to night,

we know we earned the right to rest tight

 

We can dream of a nurse-mother snuggling us,

and let it rain on our plans,

let events be cancelled,

aa the end of history demands

vegging out on pastimes, what else to do

but travel and visit reality 

make a few more dreams come true

living a sustainable routine with a view

the ringing in our ears our constant companion

soothing mantra of buzzing appliances

a line on-line from a friend rouses us

like a pebble thrown into our glassy lakes

we are where we are, with no way back

someone's there to share our wish to relax

we are all some one's pot or lid

every painless moment rewards us 

we old fools looking goofy with grandchildren

cannabis, beer, as the end of history demands 

tea with books that make us doze off

and days of wearing pajama cloth

all we want is a patio and summer breeze, 

looking through magical magazines

with a lemonade or tequila sunrise

and a companion to utter our dreams

March 25, 2022