Me, closer to the brink than in the past,
and contemplating what I have amassed
that doesn't matter, in the scheme of things-
I've lived like paupers and like foolish kings-
but no amount of happiness will last.
The universe is nothing if not vast,
and in my dreams its edge is coming fast,
for each wayfaring light year always brings
me closer to the brink.
My youth was filled with bullies who harassed,
my teens were dark, with nothing to contrast,
I got through adult life by pulling strings-
success bereft of meaning, dodging slings
and arrows from the many who outclassed
me, closer to the brink.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many accompanied by his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.