eulogy

it's not my way to pick apart
the pieces that are left
to savor precious drops
still in the glass
to lie awake
imagining another time to be
would rather live to love
til life is passed
there's nothing here
for keeping
I'm just a poet
passing through
without a word
I was to find
but loved a time or two
made my way
and made my name
a woman I would be
laughter echoes
somewhere else
in waves of ecstasy
for age shall never worry
and grief shall not be long
meadows may grow thicker
the paths I wandered on
before my fate is ended
one more verse
shall I recite
wherever love -
the story falls
to pages I shall write