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The Last Poem
After winter winds have plundered my youth,
Made an old acquaintance of the mirror
And its brash assertion of bitter truth,
I will hold memories that much dearer.
If life as we know it burns to the ground,
Highways and interstates quiet and dark,
Do not despair for I’ll still be around –
Scan the horizon till you see my spark.
I’ll lurk in the badlands out past the flats,
The boundaries blurred as my pilot light burns.
I’ll hold court for foxes and river rats
As this crazy world still stubbornly turns.
Push past the rubble and remove all doubt –
See how foolish they were to count me out.
