When in your prolonged twilight
Will the beckoning rest of death
Entice more than the mystery
Of your life’s next happening?
Will you one day lie to sleep
And, in its sheltering mantle,
Choose some earlier dream over the
Lessening rhythm of your days?

Let us pray…

st, 11/29/05
driving home

For mother…

© 2005, R.S. Adamcik