#20 - Next?

Whatever I ever had to say

Has now been said in heaps of text.

And let the chips fall where they may,

But now, I wonder what comes next?

My thoughts, visions, and my wishes,

My hopes, joy, and my sorrow,

Have all been done enough like dirty dishes,

And I’ve run out of things to say tomorrow.

As this phase of life is close to its end,

Could this be a fitting finish?

Or is it, on this road, just a bend?

If it is my choice, it’s the second for which I’d wish.

I feel like a product off an assembly line,

Made and packed and ready for hire.

But I feel the fear and uncertainty of which I see a sign,

Should be more than enough fuel for any future fire

Maybe it is time to let these birds fly and see what they can do.

Or maybe it is just time to move from poetry to prose.

As was once said by a weird, wise old man, we all know who,

“I open at the close”.