A week ago
At fifty,
I slept
Beneath the sky;
Watched Orion
Hunt the Bull,
Diana
Sailing high.

Now at fifty-one,
I lie
Upon a
City bed;
Gaze on
Man made earth stars,
The roar
Within my head.

And still I ponder
Inner Light,
Still struggle
With the Sin;
And hoping, fearing,
'Wait the dawn
When real
Life begins.

11/22/2002

Author's Note: A life's snapshot

Posted on 11/26/2002
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