if I penned my final poem tonight
calmly I questioned
would I die agreeably
a sated woman
and would my soul pass without any
fan fairs plight
I am astounded sometimes
by my most disagreeing heart
to the point where someday I tend
to think
I am not quite so very right
but rather the mere composite
of keenly fractured parts
and no I don't truly believe that
I am overly preoccupied
by my own eventual demise
just curious
about the still vague
details...............
(Jan. 14, 2000)