||What are you going to do, dear friend,
The rest of your life?
Your beloved wife
Seated by your side
Darns with devotion
And skips a stitch or two often in her design
Never forgetting to peck at you
With a needlepoint fine
Picking up the times
When you were damnably wrong
Which she now conscientiously condemns
And will condemn all your life.
Your darling child
You have outlived your time.
All of them judge you according to their lights
But how do you judge yourself
Now that the summit has been gained
Does the struggle seem worthwhile?
In the dying light
Going the downhill of your life
Do you sadly repine
All your priorities have been wrong?
Did you chase only a mirage
Ignoring things dearest to your heart
Put off for another time?
Cost you a lot of opportunities
Worse still, some compromise.
Now it is too late in the day
Let us have some rest
The rest of our life
To amuse ourselves to see
How life eludes life.