EPITAPH

EPITAPH

Oh, we do arrive

and we do go.

So much happened

before I arrived,

and much more

will happen

after I go.

And always,

it does seem,

there will be more

to do,

more to become,

and still more

left undone,

left for others

and other times;

while, at the same time,

all is perfectly well.

Weeds not pulled,

a bridge not finished,

manuscripts to refine

and poems

not published;

Every day unfolds

its

magical mystery

and mystical

madness—

and gladness.

I scan the obits,

I peruse their accomplishments—

my contemporaries,

those younger and

those older.

Stories and memories

surface, and fade away,

as I turn the next page

and check on

today’s weather report.

My ashes will forego

a headstone

with elegant epitaph;

they shall,

however,

like yours,

bequeath inevitable

imprints and ripples of

perfected imperfection,

creeks and rivers and

oceans of Love.

I hear my favorite crow

cawing, cawing, cawing, cawing

four times.

All is well.

On with another

unfolding day.

Hal Edwards

June 24, 2015

Wauconda

I’M LOOKING OVER THE LIFE THAT LIVES ME

I’M LOOKING OVER THE LIFE THAT LIVES ME

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Drawn

To reflect

On the life

That has tricked me,

The life that has blessed me,

I am enticed,

Yes, drawn,

Like a moth into neon light,

To that wonderful

And popular love song

of my early childhood:

 

I’m Looking Over

A four-leafed clover

That I overlooked before.

One leaf is sunshine;

The second is rain;

Third is the roses

That grow in the lane;

No need explaining

The one remaining

Is somebody I adore.

I’m looking over

A four leafed clover

That I overlooked

Before.

 

I see now;

That somebody

“I overlooked before”

Has all too often

Been that

Altogether Me

I kept

hidden

From myself.

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