The Last Smile That I See
Time take your dimming tone and trim the ebbing life
Away from a life without any form or shape,
But be wary of the whispers, my friend, because they hurt
The innocent less than the vile.
A sunrise given from a proverb of old tells the tale of
The elder's vanishing sight. My friend, take some free advice,
He sees further and better than you or I.
I stand even here on knees of shaking vows, and look down
At the dried tears on my sleeves now taken for a price.
My friend, you have it all and you've always had it all, but now
I must caution the wise part of your hallowed crest,
And make you try to somehow listen with noisy ears that music
And jovial children could never sing loud enough for you.
My friend, the clouds belong to your fingertips as you well know,
But me? I am not about to cling again to a rotting corpse, a ruined,
Poisoned crust with a cheese some elder woman saved for me.
My friend, take careful aim with where your wisdom leads
And see the stumbling rocks and caverns left to stay.
You will rest any day now--once my shadow has left,
Once that my words are mere noisy shaking in a child's toy.
My friend, take in that valued breath, that silent death,
And the last smile I see is yours.
© 2018 Kenneth Avery