The Unknown

Galaxies beguile and beckon,

Mouths of black holes yawn.

I face the unknown, bent of body, but bright of mind,

Not fearing the dawn

Of old age that comes

To all stars, planets, and man.

I face the unknown, time running through my fingers

Like grains of silvered sand.

5 thoughts on “The Unknown

    • I was thinking more about my mother when she was around 80 wrote I wrote the poem. She was such a strong woman who faced “the unknown” (and entered it when she was 87) with grace and dignity–and no complaints. But yes, there’s a little of me in there too.

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