Author Information
Thoughts of my coming to an end.
Thoughts of my coming to an end.
I have no delusions. I will come to no more conclusions.
All is lost in the times gone by as clouds in a stormy sky.
Give me none of that supercilious bilge of yesteryear,
I hear it all too often it makes me feel so very queer.
My time is coming at long last to its timely ending.
My will, at long last finally open and lost in my bending.
Bending do you hear at another’s command so fatal,
Reminding me of that long lost time so very prenatal
Is this the ending of mine predestination by him above?
The sending to me of his own sweet angelical dove,
Will my journey to him on high be a torturous travel?
Or will I at long last these mysteries he set unravel.
A lifetime of painful escapades he set before my span,
Was this a part of his unfathomable badly timed plan.
I am a plaything of some timeless whim of his above.
Was this his way of showing the world his unfathomable love?
Bernard Shaw, Graz, Austria.
