The End of Days

My dream for the end of days?  To savor
every hallowed hall-framed whisper,
every sacred snip of silence,
bolstered strong by self-reliance.
Tested every grand adventure,
pacified my sour temper,
respected well those zigs and zags,
those margin calls that tagged…me in…
my exit card a wide and wicked grin.
I pledge to kiss my ass goodbye…in style,
every glint of dream that sparks my eye
well manifest and realized.
Optimized by full potential,
satisfied, complete surrender.
Maxed it out and lived it grand.
Eaten up.  Made my stand.
Mastered by my artist’s hand.
Every tick well stepped in time,
every song well bathed in rhyme.
Each brilliant flash, each kindly word,
honored, blessed, well played and heard.
Every space explored and prized
every love tried on for size
having walked through every door
having kicked through many more!
Made my Constant Traveler proud,
heard my rebel yell resound!
Creative juices unrestrained
always ventured, always gained,
I’ll abandon my remains.
Rapt enjoyment having tried,
having answered every Why,

As I drank the wellspring dry.


Published by Paula D. Tozer

I am a writer, poet and singer/songwriter. I am a Toastmaster, motivational speaker, personal creativity coach, and workshop leader. My most sincere wish is to share my words with others, and that we both benefit from the exchange.

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