my generation

(at least the bodies we used this time)

are entering the end zone

of our current sojourns


approaching the finish lines of this life and time


how do we feel?

how has anyone ever felt to be reaching

this stage of wistful regrets

and dismay at the diminishing strengths


with which we contested and boasted?


we're done for now

no hell arising from our selfish clinging

to our imaginary childhoods

will enlighten or save


sad and unalterable this fact


but the farther we go on

the more clearly we see our return

the more keenly we feel our rest

my generation may laugh its smart-ass way


out of everything but its own humbling end...



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