THE END OF THE SENTENCE

THE END OF THE SENTENCE

Being old is a bit like an end  of a sentence.

Sentence includes two dates :

The beginning

and the end

of the process.

Between this dates

the Universe of law

unravels.

This last days you’ve got

A free go  on everything

Whatever was to happen

Happened or

is happening

so you can as well sit back

and enjoy the show

the doors will open

the doors will open

anytime now.

Just before they let you go :

-          They will never let you go !

They would keep you in forever .

Locked with tubes

tied  with drips

behind a heavy doors of sedation.

Those who stay behind

make you feel so guilty

with their desperate efforts

for you has already made a dill

with a law

of nature

and her sweet daughter.

Secretly you’ve been hosting her for years.

Moonlit  interludes

behind aye lashes

and skin deep health.

So at the strange hour

she is neither unwelcome

nor unexpected

freedom of a real commitment

means that

you don’t have to

be an angel

nevermore.

Leave your wings

and broken halo

fly

for once

upon a chance

for real

So when the doors finally open.

When the doors finally open .

So when the doors open .

You shall be ready  !

There will be Light

lighters

overdose of love

emergency reborn

infinity of the second chances…

…and only cynical Buddhists’ll dare say :

the same shit

once again

                                                                    end of Feb 2015