I sometimes worry
That I am at the end
Then I awake to know
That if it is then I
Have nothing
But the best
To wish for so
I get up, drink
My coffee and smile
in the
Wonders which are my
World, the silence
Of my children
Sleeping, the puppies
trying
To escape and me
Typing, searching for
a
Truth that will only
be found
When the end
Really comes:
I am not ready for
that end, I
Believe no one ever
is but when it comes
I would have typed
millions of words and
Let them all escape
