A Friend of Yesteryear.

Death knocked on the backdoor like a friend of yesteryear

The front one was for strangers, no not for him.

He approached in silence, the absence of words spoke for themselves

his eyes a passport, one hundred stamps of where he had been.

The decision had been made, set in stone, signed and sealed,

contesting it now would be tiresome and futile.

Better to go with this old chum for a shot at my second innings

He winked, so I responded of course and began to smile

End of the chapter, le livre est fini,

Yet the library itself is endless in what it can bring.

It would be fitting to say bye to those that made it so worthwhile

but each book starts with a word and I must begin.

It was a good life, great at times thank you for playing such a part,

press replay on the best scenes for soon we will be apart,

he’s waiting, I must join my old friend to where I do not know

I’m sure we’ll meet again, for now it is time, I must go.

DV